And There Are People Who Want To

A Couple Of Years I Taught In Graduate Programs At Nyu And Columbia, In The Early Eighties.

You Go Out Into The World, You Read Everything You Can Read, You Imitate The Things You Love, And You Learn How Hard It Is To Do. Eventually, You Learn Your Own Vision Of The World, You Learn Your Own Voice And How To Hear It, And You Learn To Write Your Own Work. Writers Today Have As Many Opportunities As My Generation Did, But They Don't See The Examples As Clearly As We Did.

Boys Like It When You Talk To Them As If They Were Grown Men—at Least He Always Did When He Was A Kid—because They Pretend That’s What They Are Anyhow, Grown-up Men, And They Do It For Their Entire Lives.

Storytelling Is An Ancient And Honorable Act. An Essential Role To Play In The Community Or Tribe. It's One That I Embrace Wholeheartedly And Have Been Fortunate Enough To Be Rewarded For.

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.