Doing Nothing, Badly.

We Are All Of Us Resigned To Death: It's Life We Aren't Resigned To.

Media Is Just A Word That Has Come To Mean Bad Journalism.

Morality Comes With The Sad Wisdom Of Age, When The Sense Of Curiosity Has Withered.

Grief And Disappointment Are Like Hate: They Make Men Ugly With Self-pity And Bitterness. And How Selfish They Make Us Too.

With A Novel, Which Takes Perhaps Years To Write, The Author Is Not The Same Man He Was At The End Of The Book As He Was At The Beginning. It Is Not Only That His Characters Have Developed-he Has Developed With Them, And This Nearly Always Gives A Sense Of Roughness To The Work: A Novel Can Seldom Have The Sense Of Perfection Which You Find In Chekhov's Story, The Lady With The Dog.