There's A Certain Nostalgia And Romance In

Even Though I May Not Intend It When I Set Out To Write The Book, These Places Just Emerge As Major Players In What I'm Doing, Almost As If They Are Insisting On It.

To Deny That There Was This Dark Side Of Life Would Be Like Pretending That The Cold Of Winter Was Somehow Only A Temporary Illusion, A Way Station On The Way To The Higher "reality" Of Long, Warm, Pleasant Summers. But Summer, It Turned Out, Was No More Real Than The Snow That Melted In Wintertime.

I'm Not An Urban Person.

What Sustains Me Is To Be With My Family And To Write.

I Became Paralyzed As An Artist With Writer's Block.