I Am Not A Ventriloquist.

Much More Than Memoir; It's History.

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.

If You Dedicate Your Attention To Discipline In Your Life You Become Smarter While You Are Writing Than While You Are Hanging Out With Your Pals Or In Any Other Line Of Work.

It Was Strange To Stand There In Front Of The Mirror And See Myself Like I Was My Own Best Friend, A Kid Wanted To Hang With Forever. This Was A Boy I Could Travel To The Seacoasts With, A Boy I'd Like To Meet Up With In Foreign Cities Like Calcutta And London And Brazil, A Boy I Could Trust Who Also Had A Good Sense Of Humor And Liked Smoked Oysters From A Can And Good Weed And The Occasional 40 Ounces Of Malt. If I Was Going To Be Alone For The Rest Of My Life This Was The Person I Wanted To Be Alone With.

We Are The Planet, Fully As Much As Water, Earth, Fire And Air Are The Planet, And If The Planet Survives, It Will Only Be Through Heroism. Not Occasional Heroism, A Remarkable Instance Of It Here And There, But Constant Heroism, Systematic Heroism, Heroism As Governing Principle.