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I Get Up Around 6:30. I Work From About 8:00 To 1:00, Take A Break For Lunch, Work Again Until About 5:00, And Then Go For A Long Walk And Have Dinner. Then, If My Wife And I Have No Previous Plans, We Decide What To Do For The Evening.

I Think The Hardest Part Of Writing Is Revising. And By That I Mean The Following: A Novelist Has To Create The Piece Of Marble And Then Chip Away To Find The Figure In It.

A Man Is Born Into This World With Only A Tiny Spark Of Goodness In Him. The Spark Is God, It Is The Soul; The Rest Is Ugliness And Evil, A Shell. The Spark Must Be Guarded Like A Treasure, It Must Be Nurtured, It Must Be Fanned Into Flame. It Must Learn To Seek Out Other Sparks, It Must Dominate The Shell. Anything Can Be A Shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, Laziness, Brutality, And Genius. Yes, Even A Great Mind Can Be A Shell And Choke The Spark.

To The Extent That I Come From A Deeply Religious Tradition And Have Been Contending With Those Beginnings All Of My Life - That Constitutes The Subject Of Much Of My Early Fiction.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.