Oh, I Know That. You Know Me,

For Me, George Saunders Novel [lincoln In The Bardo] Is About A Problem Of Pain.

And So It Happened Again, The Daily Miracle Whereby Interiority Opens Out And Brings To Bloom The Million-petalled Flower Of Being Here, In The World, With Other People. Neither As Hard As She Had Thought It Might Be Nor As Easy As It Appeared.

If You're Going To Write A Good Book, You Have To Make Mistakes And You Have To Not Be So Cautious All The Time.

There's A Perception That Novels Can't Usually Allow For Your Kind Of Absolute Attention To Detail.

Most Of The Cruelty In The World Is Just Misplaced Energy.