Hoboken Is A Neat Place.

I'd Always Liked To Write, But I Never Wanted To Be A Writer, Because It Seemed A Sissy Occupation. It Is. To This Day, I Find It Terribly Easy. And So, Rather Than Trying To Hunt Up A Text, I Just Wrote One.

Today Is The Yesterday You Won't Remember Tomorrow.

Some Women Have Said, 'gee, Here I Am Getting Involved With This Fat Guy, What Will People Think Of Me?' But They Were Converted And Sometimes Surprised.

I Imagine A Child. That Child Is Me. I Can Reconstruct And Vividly Remember Portions Of My Own Childhood. I Can See, Taste, Smell, Feel, And Hear Them. Then What I Do Is, Not Write About That Kid Or About His World, But Start To Think Of A Book That Would Have Pleased Him.

Looking Back Over My Life So Far I Am Able To Remember Specific Days That Were Perfect. These Tend To Be Days, And Parts Of Days, In Which Nothing In Particular Happened, Except That I Was Utterly Happy.