No One Else Can Hold Your Hand

Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

Your Kids Inevitably Want To Move Where They Had Their Vacations When They Were Younger.

I Asked A French Critic A Couple Of Years Ago Why My Books Did So Well In France. He Said It Was Because In My Novels People Both Act And Think. I Got A Kick Out Of That.

Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was As I Expected Which Shows You That Rather Than Simply Read About The United States You Have To Log The Journey.