I Have A Painter's Memory. I Can

In My Early Twenties, That's When I Really Began To Write. Before That, I Was Too Busy Working, Keeping Myself Going.

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.

You'll See Some Bad Things, But If You Didn't See Them, They'd Still Be Happening.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

My Father Brought Me A Box Of Books Once When I Was About Three And A Half Or Four. I Remember The Carton They Were In And The Covers With Illustrations By Newell C. Wyeth.