Anytime You Write About Priests Or Cops,

I Am The Person Who Is Appropriating Stories That Are Not Mine And Turning Them Into A Book.

That Is One Thing I've Learned, That It Is Possible To Really Understand Things At Certain Points, And Not Be Able To Retain Them, To Be In Utter Confusion Just A Short While Later. I Used To Think That Once You Really Knew A Thing, Its Truth Would Shine On Forever. Now It's Pretty Obvious To Me That More Often Than Not The Batteries Fade, And Sometimes What You Knew Even Goes Out With A Bang When You Try To Call On It, Just Like A Lightbulb Cracking Off When You Throw The Switch.

The Tricky Thing About Being A Writer, Or About Being Any Kind Of Artist, Is That In Addition To Making Art You Also Have To Make A Living.

Why Is It That We Understand Playing The Cello Will Require Work, But We Attribute Writing To The Magic Of Inspiration?

If What A Person Wants Is His Life, He Tends To Be Quiet About Wanting Anything Else. Once The Life Begins To Seem Secure, One Feels The Freedom To Complain.