Every Country Has Their Problems.

All You Have Is The Writer's Imagination. You Have A Very Limited Time To Take This Imaginary Person And Bring The Details Of Their Life, As You Perceive Them, To Life. You Attempt To Do To That As Fully And As Vibrantly As You Can. It's Depressing To Read How Much You've Failed. And It's Not Even Particularly Instructive Or Necessary To Read How You Succeeded Because In The End Don't You Have To Judge That?

My Father Could Be Very Distancing. My Clearest Memory Is Of Him Squatting, Watering Plants For Hours And Hours At A Time, Completely Silent. He Was Very Self-contained; My Mother Was More Outgoing And Chatty And Social. I'm Certainly More Like Her.

I Don't Have A Great Intellect, And I Can't Compete With People Who Do. I Feel Certain Things. And All I Know, And All I Can Do, Is What I Feel.

The Theater Is So Disappointing, Really, That It's Hard To Go Again And Again. It's Just Too Heartbreaking. I'd Rather Watch Football Or Play A Game Or Read.

Anybody Doing Something Brings Something To It.