He Is By Nature A Vegetarian But

I Might Spend 100 Pages Trying To Get To Know The World I'm Writing About: Its Contours, Who Are My Main Characters, What Are Their Relationships To Each Other, And Just Trying To Get A Sense Of What And Who This Book Is About. Usually Around That Point Of 100 Pages, I Start To Feel Like I'm Lost, I Have Too Much Material, It's Time To Start Making Some Choices. It's Typically At That Point That I Sit Down And Try To Make A Formal Outline And Winnow Out What's Not Working And What I'm Most Interested In, Where The Story Seems To Be Going.

There's Something Inherently More Appealing About The Idea That You Could Reveal And Tell Stories About Characters Over The Course Of A Tv Season - 13 Or 26 Episodes, Whatever It Might Be - Than In The Course Of One Two-hour Movie. You Can Do So Many More Novelistic Kinds Of Things On A Tv Show - With Time, With Gradual Development Of Relationships, And So On - Than You Could Possibly Do In A Movie. And That Is Very Appealing.

He Had No Idea Of How Long His Life Would One Day Seem To Have Gone On; How Daily Present The Absence Of Love Would Come To Feel. “just Watch Me,” He Said.

. . .i Really Ought To Have Recognized It For What It Was And, Perhaps, To Have Stopped Right There - For It Was Nostalgia, And What Inspires Nostalgia Has Been Dead A Long Time

He Looked So Profoundly Disappointed In Me That I Wondered For A Moment If He Was Someone I Knew.