All History, Of Course, Is The History

The Past Is Our Ultimate Privacy; We Pile It Up, Year By Year, Decade By Decade, It Stows Itself Away, With Its Perverse Random Recall System.

Forever, Reading Has Been Central, The Necessary Fix, The Support System. Her Life Has Been Informed By Reading. She Has Read Not Just For Distraction, Sustenance, To Pass The Time, But She Has Read In A State Of Primal Innocence, Reading For Enlightenment, For Instruction, Even. ... She Is As Much A Product Of What She Has Read As Of The Way In Which She Has Lived; She Is Like Millions Of Others Built By Books, For Whom Books Are An Essential Foodstuff, Who Could Starve Without.

Getting To Know Someone Else Involves Curiosity About Where They Have Come From, Who They Are.

The Pleasure Of Writing Fiction Is That You Are Always Spotting Some New Approach, An Alternative Way Of Telling A Story And Manipulating Characters; The Novel Is Such A Wonderfully Flexible Form.

All History, Of Course, Is The History Of Wars.