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I Started Reading Literature At 17 Or 18, And I Felt This Extra Beat To Life.

Happiness For Me Is Getting To Write About The Most Important Things I Know.

Construed As Turf, Home Just Seems A Provisional Claim, A Designation You Make Upon A Place, Not One It Makes On You. A Certain Set Of Buildings, A Glimpsed, Smudged Window-view Across A Schoolyard, A Musty Aroma Sniffed Behind A Garage When You Were A Child, All Of Which Come Crowding In Upon Your Latter-day Senses -- Those Are Pungent Things And Vivid, Even Consoling. But To Me They Are Also Inert And Nostalgic And Unlikely To Connect You To The Real, To That Essence Art Can Sometimes Achieve, Which Is Permanence.

It Is Right That You Have To Have A Tolerance For Solitude. But When That Solitude Bears Fruit, You Can Abandon It. You Can Be In The Company Of Others.

I Don't Want To Be Taken To Bhutan And Smell The Flowers. I Want To Be Told Something I Couldn't Have Been Told Any Other Way.