My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body

Even At Its Most Perceptive, Sociology Deals In Abstractions.

Where Was The Middle Ground Between A Sense Of Adventure And Just Plain Sense?

The Line Of Gray Along The Horizon Is Brighter Now, And With The Coming Light I Feel A Certainty: That There Is, Despite Our Wild Imaginings, Only One Life. The Ghostly Others, No Matter How Real They Seem, No Matter How Badly We Need Them, Are Phantoms. The One Life We're Left With Is Sufficient To Fill And Refill Our Imperfect Hearts With Joy, And Then To Shatter Them. And It Never, Ever Lets Up.

I'm Not An Easy Man. I Can Be An Entertaining One, Though It's Been My Experience That Most People Don't Want To Be Entertained. They Want To Be Comforted.

A Lot Of My Characters In All Of My Books Have A Self-destructive Urge. They'll Do Precisely The Thing That They Know Is Wrong, Take A Perverse Delight In Doing The Wrong Thing.