Clichés So Often Befall Vain People.

It's Interesting, Though, That In Daily Life, I Think Of Myself As Being Relatively Unobservant.

It Seems To Me That The Problem With Diaries, And The Reason That Most Of Them Are So Boring, Is That Every Day We Vacillate Between Examining Our Hangnails And Speculating On Cosmic Order.

I Am Not Alone In Bearing Grudges Against Reviewers Who Have Doomed A Book's Chances Because They've Missed The Point, The Tone, Everything.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

Quite Often My Narrator Or Protagonist May Be A Man, But I'm Not Sure He's The More Interesting Character, Or If The More Complex Character Isn't The Woman.