If To Live Is To Progress, If

A Reader's Tastes Are Peculiar. Choosing Books To Read Is Like Making Your Way Down A Remote And Winding Path. Your Stops On That Path Are Always Idiosyncratic. One Book Leads To Another And Another The Way One Thought Leads To Another And Another. My Type Of Reader Is The Sort Who Burrows Through The Stacks In The Bookstore Or The Library (or The Web Site — Stacks Are Stacks), Yielding To Impulse And Instinct.

One Of The Things That Ivar Knew About Mrs. Walker Was That She Would Only Tell Him What She Knew If He Asked The Right Question, So He Spent A Portion Of His Time Meditating Over What He Might Ask Mrs. Walker And How He Might Phrase The Question.

Respect And Fear Are Two Different Things.

But What Truly Horsey Girls Discover In The End Is That Boyfriends, Husbands, Children, And Careers Are The Substitute-for Horses

Horse Racing Is Really Much More Intimidating Than Anything Having To Do With Literature. When I Had Horses At The Racetrack, I Would Wake Up In Terror In A Way That I Would Never Wake Up While Working On A Novel.