I Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good,

You Can Be Interested In A Jane Smiley Novel Whether Or Not Anyone Says A Word. She Enters Into Her Characters Thoughts With Great Understanding And Depth.

People Who Imagine Themselves To Be Self-made Seldom Enjoy Examining The Process Of Manufacture In Detail.

My God, He Couldn't Help Thinking, How Terrible It Is To Be That Age, To Have Emotions So Near The Surface That The Slightest Turbulence Causes Them To Boil Over. That, Very Simply, Was What Adulthood Must Be All About -- Acquiring The Skill To Bury Things More Deeply. Out Of Sight And, Whenever Possible, Out Of Mind.

You Just Kind Of Have Faith. If That Sounds Kind Of Mystical, It's Because I Really Don't Know How It Works, But I Trust That It Does. I Try To Write The Way I Read, In Order To Find Out What Happens Next.

One Of The Nice Things About Our Marriage, At Least To My Way Of Thinking, Is That My Wife And I No Longer Have To Argue Every Thing Through. We Each Know What The Other Will Say, And So The Saying Becomes An Unnecessary Formality. No Doubt Some Marriage Counselor Would Explain To Us That Our Problem Is A Failure To Communicate, But To My Way Of Thinking We've Worked Long And Hard To Achieve This Silence, Lily's And Mine, So Fraught With Mutual Understanding.