I'm A Hypocrite, Of Course, And I

He Didn't Like Very Many People Any More, Or Very Many Things Either. He Preferred Not To Be This Way, But There It Was, He Was Like That. His Cynicism, A Veteran's Cynicism, Was A Thing That Disturbed Him All The Time.

Writing Became An Obsessive Compulsive Habit But I Had Almost No Money So I Thought About Being An Urban Firefighter And Having Lots Of Free Time In Which To Write Or Becoming An English Teacher And Thinking About Books And Writers On A Daily Basis. That Swayed Me.

My Father Is A Practicing Criminal Law Attorney In The Seattle Area.

How Could They Say That They Truly Loved Each Other? They Had Simply Grown Up Together, Been Children Together, And The Proximity Of It, The Closeness Of It, Had Produced In Them Love S Illusion. And Yet - On The Other Hand - What Was Love If It Wasn't This Instinct She Felt.

I Think Of Myself As A Really Happy Person.