Knowing And Knowing What To Do About

What I Discovered I Liked Best About Striking Out On My Bicycle Was That The Farther I Got From Home, The More Interesting And Unusual My Thoughts Became.

I Told Him The Truth, That I Loved Him And Didn't Regret Anything About Our Lives Together. But Do We Ever 'tell The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth, So Help Me God' As My Father Used To Say, To Those We Love? Or Even To Ourselves? Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

I Have To Have A Character Worth Caring About. I Tend Not To Start Writing Books About People I Don't Have A Lot Of Sympathy For Because I'm Just Going To Be With Them Too Long.

People Who Imagine Themselves To Be Self-made Seldom Enjoy Examining The Process Of Manufacture In Detail.

If There's An Enduring Theme In My Work, It's Probably The Effects Of Class On American Life.