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Every Writer Hopes His Or Her Book Will Be Its Own Thing.

The Very Worst Impulses Of Humankind Can Survive Generations, Centuries, Even Millennia. And The Best Of Our Individual Efforts Can Die With Us At The End Of A Single Lifetime.

My Guess Is That He Remembers Some Of Me, Some Of Us Together, And The Rest Rolled Off Him Like Topsoil In A Flash Flood.

I Believe In Walking Out Of A Museum Before The Paintings You've Seen Begin To Run Together. How Else Can You Carry Anything Away With You In Your Mind's Eye?

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.