I Came To New York And In

There Were Many Hours When I Never Quite Know How I'd Gotten There Or Why I Stayed.

The Thought Of The Novelist Lies Not In The Remarks Of His Characters Or Even In Their Introspection But In The Plight He Has Invented For His Characters - In The Juxtaposition Of Those Characters And In The Lifelike Ramifications Of The Ensemble They Make: Their Density, Their Substantiality, Their Lived Existence Actualized In All Its Nuanced Particulars, Is In Fact His Thought Metabolized.

For A Pure Sense Of Being Tumultuously Alive, You Can't Beat The Nasty Side Of Existence.

The Terror Of The Unforeseen Is What The Science Of History Hides, Turning A Disaster Into An Epic.

My God! The English Language Is A Form Of Communication! Conversation Isn't Just Crossfire Where You Shoot And Get Shot At! Where You've Got To Duck For Your Life And Aim To Kill! Words Aren't Only Bombs And Bullets — No, They're Little Gifts, Containing Meanings!