If I'm At Somebody's House And They

She Was The Reason I Was A Reader, And Being A Reader Was What Had Made Me Most Myself; It Had Given Me The Gifts Of Curiosity And Sympathy, An Awareness Of The World As An Odd And Vibrant Contradictory Place, And It Had Me Unafraid Of Its Oddness And Vibrancy And Contradictions.

I Don't Know What It Is About Human Beings But Most Of Us Really Like Reading About Or Observing Sexual Tension And Romance. It's Just So Much Fun. I Don't Know If There Is Some Darwinian Thing In Us That Really Responds To That, But I Think The Most Memorable Scenes To Me In Books And Movies Are The Ones Where A Couple Is About To Kiss.

My Boarding School Experience Was The Only Thing I Had Strong Enough Feelings To Write About For Hundreds And Hundreds Of Pages. I Can Still Smell The Formaldehyde Of The Fetal Pigs In Biology.

I Always Worried Someone Would Notice Me, And Then When No One Did, I Felt Lonely.

At That Time In My Life, No Conclusion Was A Bad Conclusion. Something Ended, And You Stopped Wishing And Worrying. You Could Consider Your Mistakes, And You Might Be Embarrassed By Them, But The Box Was Sealed, The Door Was Shut, You Were No Longer Immersed In The Confusing Middle.