I Said, 'i Need To Know How

Few People Sufficiently Appreciate The Colossal Task Of Feeding A World Of Billions Of Omnivores Who Demand Meat With Their Potatoes.

Writing's Funny, It's Like Walking Down A Hall In The Dark Looking For The Light Switch, And Suddenly You Find It, Flip It On, And Then You Discover The Hallway You Passed Through Is Papered With The Novel You've Written.

What Do Babies Dream Of? She Must Be Dreaming Of The Before-life, Just As I Dream Of The Afterlife.

How Beautiful Is Forgetting! What Relief It Would Be For The World To Lose Some Of Its Contents.

I Love The Idea Of Books Being More Than Books, Or Being, Rather, Something Other Than Books.