I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's

I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's When I Lose That It Bothers Me.

Time Passes, As The Novelist Says. The Single Most Useful Trick Of Fiction For Our Repair And Refreshment: The Defeat Of Time. A Century Of Family Saga And A Ride Up An Escalator Can Take The Same Number Of Pages. Fiction Sets Any Conversion Rate, Then Changes It In A Syllable. The Narrator’s Mother Carries Her Child Up The Stairs And The Reader Follows, For Days. But World War I Passes In A Paragraph. I Needed 125 Pages To Get From Labor Day To Christmas Vacation. In Six More Words, Here’s Spring.

Reading Is The Last Act Of Secular Prayer.

Everything Interests Me.

The Loneliness Of Writing Is That You Baffle Your Friends And Change The Lives Of Strangers.