In My Early Twenties, That's When I

If A Person Had Accused Him Of Meanness, He Could Have Defended Himself. But With A Dog - You Did Something Cheap To It When You Were Sure No One Was Looking, And It Was As Though You Had Done It In Front Of A Mirror.

A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story Tries To Find It.

Families Hold Each Other In An Iron Grip Of Definition. One Must Break The Grip, Somehow.

I Don't Know What Makes A Writer's Voice. It's Dozens Of Things. There Are People Who Write Who Don't Have It. They're Tone-deaf, Even Though They're Very Fluent. It's An Ability, Like Anything Else, Being A Doctor Or A Veterinarian, Or A Musician.

There Was No Way To Grasp The Reality Of The Present Which Slid Away Each Second, Invisible As Air; Reality Only Existed After The Fact, In One's Vision Of The Past.