Which Is Why We Have Spouses And

I Was The One Who Did Come Through That Door. You Were The One She Was Waiting For.

My God, He Couldn't Help Thinking, How Terrible It Is To Be That Age, To Have Emotions So Near The Surface That The Slightest Turbulence Causes Them To Boil Over. That, Very Simply, Was What Adulthood Must Be All About -- Acquiring The Skill To Bury Things More Deeply. Out Of Sight And, Whenever Possible, Out Of Mind.

I Was Pretty Dead Set Against Ever Writing An Academic Novel. It's Always Been My View That There Are Already More Than Enough Academic Novels And That Most Of Them Aren't Any Good. Most Of Them Are Self-conscious And Bitter, The Work Of People Who Want To Settle Grudges.

Some Authors Have A Very Hard Time Understanding That In Order To Be Faithful To The Spirit Of The Book, It's Almost Always Impossible To Remain Faithful To The Text. You Have To Make Changes.

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.