A Jewish Man With His Parents Alive

I Turn Sentences Around. That's My Life. I Write A Sentence And Then I Turn It Around. Then I Look At It And I Turn It Around Again. Then I Have Lunch. Then I Come Back In And Write Another Sentence. Then I Have Tea And Turn The New Sentence Around. Then I Read The Two Sentences Over And Turn Them Both Around. Then I Lie Down On My Sofa And Think. Then I Get Up And Throw Them Out And Start From The Beginning.

You Tasted It. Isn't That Enough? Of What Do You Ever Get More Than A Taste? That's All We're Given In Life, That's All We're Given Of Life. A Taste. There Is No More.

At A Certain Stage Of Misery, You'll Try Anything To Explain What's Going On With You, Even If You Know It Doesn't Explain A Thing And It's One Failed Explanation After Another.

Everybody Else Is Working To Change, Persuade, Tempt And Control Them. The Best Readers Come To Fiction To Be Free Of All That Noise.

There's Something Every Woman Wants, And That's A Man To Blame.