California: The West Coast Of Iowa.

Grammar Is A Piano I Play By Ear.

It Was The United States Of America In The Cold Late Spring Of 1967, And The Market Was Steady And The G.n.p. High And A Great Many Articulate People Seemed To Have A Sense Of High Social Purpose And It Might Have Been A Spring Of Brave Hopes And National Promise, But It Was Not, And More And More People Had The Uneasy Apprehension That It Was Not.

I Lead A Very Conventional Life.

If You Aren't Aware Of The Reader, You're Working In A Vacuum.

When I Am Near The End Of A Book, I Have To Sleep In The Same Room With It.