I Am Basically The Sort Of Person

I Often Pose Questions To Myself And Want The Answers. The Questions May Be Psychological Or Emotional. Or They May Involve Botany Or [...] Physiology. [...] I Am Very Curious About Strangers I Observe - As In A Bus Line. I Am Very Attached To Finding Out Answers.

I Don't Feel I Have To Struggle Against Allegory. I Let The Readers Do The Interpreting.

I Started With Small-press Publishers, Who Were Willing To Publish All Sorts Of Forms. I Didn't Move To The Larger Presses Until They Knew What They Were Getting In For.

I Attempt All Day, At Work, Not To Think About What Lies Ahead, But This Costs Me So Much Effort That There Is Nothing Left For My Work. I Handle Telephone Calls So Badly That After A While The Switchboard Operator Refuses To Connect Me. So I Had Better Say To Myself, Go Ahead And Polish The Silverware Beautifully, Then Lay It Out Ready On The Sideboard And Be Done With It. Because I Polish It In My Mind All Day Long—this Is What Torments Me (and Doesn't Clean The Silver).

No One Is Calling Me. I Can’t Check The Answering Machine Because I Have Been Here All This Time. If I Go Out, Someone May Call While I’m Out. Then I Can Check The Answering Machine When I Come Back In.