It Took Hours To Turn The Clock

Reading Enables Me To Maintain A Sense Of Something Substantive– My Ethical Integrity, My Intellectual Integrity.

I'd Be Surprised If Non-fiction Writers Hate To Be Interviewed. We All Hate Them, Because There's Really Nothing To Say Except "read The Book." Right? At Least With Non-fiction, You Can Kind Of Convey Some Information, And People Can Decide For Themselves Whether They Want More Of That Kind Of Information. But With A Novel, What Am I Going To Do?

Deploring Other People--their Lack Of Perfection--had Always Been Our Sport.

Imagine That Human Existence Is Defined By An Ache: The Ache Of Our Not Being, Each Of Us, The Center Of The Universe; Of Our Desires Forever Outnumbering Our Means Of Satisfying Them.

I Feel That Working Environmentalists Are, In The Main, Happier Than Armchair Environmentalists.