I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's

In 25 Years Of Writing Novels, I've Never Had Anything That Felt Like Writer's Block.

The Loneliness Of Writing Is That You Baffle Your Friends And Change The Lives Of Strangers.

Music Forecasts The Past, Recalls The Future. Now And Then The Difference Falls Away, And In One Simple Gift Of Circling Sound, The Ear Solves The Scrambled Cryptogram. One Abiding Rhythm, Present And Always, And You're Free. But A Few Measures More, And The Cloak Of Time Closes Back Around You.

Reading Is The Last Act Of Secular Prayer.

Only White Men Have The Luxury Of Ignoring Race.