And Now It Seems She's On My

Too-lateness, I Realized, Has Nothing To Do With Age. It’s A Relation Of Self To The Moment. Or Not, Depending On The Person And The Moment. Perhaps There Even Comes A Time When It’s No Longer Too Late For Anything. Perhaps, Even, Most Times Are Too Early For Most Things, And Most Of Life Has To Go By Before It’s Time For Almost Anything And Too Late For Almost Nothing. Nothing To Lose, The Present Moment To Gain, The Integration With Long-delayed Now.

I'd Always Assumed I Was The Central Character In My Own Story, But Now It Occured To Me I Might In Fact Be Only A Minor Character In Someone Else's.

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

When I Write A Book, I Don't Have A Plan Or An Outline. The Characters Move The Action, And The Action Develops The Characters. When I Write A Book, I Become An Actor, Really, Taking The Role Of The Person Who Is Speaking Or Acting At The Time, And So Their Reactions To Whatever They See Are My Reactions.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.