But That’s One Advantage Of Fiction, You

Most People, In My Opinion, Steal Much Of What They Are. If They Didn't What Poor Items They Would Be.

I Know This Much: That There Is Objective Time, But Also Subjective Time, The Kind You Wear On The Inside Of Your Wrist, Next To Where The Pulse Lies. And This Personal Time, Which Is The True Time, Is Measured In Your Relationship To Memory.

In 1980, I Published My First Novel, In The Usual Swirl Of Unjustified Hope And Justified Anxiety.

Time...give Us Enough Time And Our Best-supported Decisions Will Seem Wobbly, Our Certainties Whimsical.

Start With The Notion That Yours Is The Sole Responsibility Unless There's Powerful Evidence To The Contrary