Life Would Be Grand If It Weren't

The Constant Happiness Is Curiosity.

Writing Is Hard, But The More You Write, And Enjoy What You Write, The Better It Gets.

Peoples Lives, In Jubilee As Elsewhere, Were Dull, Simple, Amazing, Unfathomable-deep Caves Paved With Kitchen Linoleum. . . . What I Wanted [to Write Down] Was Every Last Thing, Every Layer Of Speech And Thought, Stroke Of Light On Bark Or Walls, Every Smell, Pothole, Pain, Crack, Delusion, Held Still And Held Together-radiant, Everlasting.

For Years And Years I Thought That Stories Were Just Practice, Till I Got Time To Write A Novel.

That's Something I Think Is Growing On Me As I Get Older: Happy Endings.