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I Never Know What's Going To Happen In A Novel. I Don't Have A Plan Or An Outline.

And I Don't Want To Live Anywhere Where I Am Famous. It Makes Me Very, Very Uncomfortable, Because It Conveys An Advantage Over People, And I Don't Like That.

A Story Begins And It Always Passes From The Subjunctive To The Declarative. And Italians Don't Seem To Care About Making A Fine Distinction Between That Which Is Speculation And That Which Is Fact.

I Never Wanted To Be Rich Or Successful Or Famous. I Just Wanted To Be Happy And Have Fun.

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.