I Like All Kinds Of Music, Though

I Started Reading The Big Histories And The Small Histories, The Memoirs And So Forth. At Some Point, I Found The Diary Of William E. Dodd.

Digression Is My Passion. I Love Telling The Main Stories, But In Some Ways, What I Love Most Is Using Those Narratives As A Way Of Stringing Together The Interesting Stories That People Have Kind Of Forgotten, And That Are Kind Of Surprising. The Problem Is, How Do You Pare Stories Away So That The Book Doesn't Become A Distracting Jumble Of Material, And Readers Lose Focus? In My Experience, There's Really Only One Way To Do That. I Pack It All In With The Rough Draft, Then Count On Myself And My Trusted Readers To Tell Me What's Good And What's Not Good.

Time Lost Can Never Be Recovered...and This Should Be Written In Flaming Letters Everywhere.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.

Germans Grew Reluctant To Stay In Communal Ski Lodges, Fearing They Might Talk In Their Sleep. They Postponed Surgeries Because Of The Lip-loosening Effects Of Anesthetic. Dreams Reflected The Ambient Anxiety. One German Dreamed That An Sa Man Came To His Home And Opened The Door To His Oven, Which Then Repeated Every Negative Remark The Household Had Made Against The Government.