I Couldn't Run A Tight Schedule, And

I've Never Felt Influenced By Ernest Hemingway Though I Suppose There Is Something Inevitable There.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

I Don't See Gender As The Most Significant Fact Of Human Existence.

Fate Has Never Ladled Out Hardship Very Evenly, And This Frequently Trips Our Often Infantile Sense Of Justice.