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I Don't Ever Know Where I'm Going. Because One Of The Wonderful Things About Writing, Which Is Different Than Working In Programming, You Don't Need To Know. You Could Just Write And Discover Where You're Going. And It's A Great Deal Of Fun.

I Like To Read Either In Motion Or In Water... I Am Happiest Reading In The Bathtub.

A Lot Of People... Kind Of Make Heroes That Are Separate From Us, People Who Are, You Know, Like... John Wayne And Errol Flynn And, You Know, Denzel Washington... People Who Are Different, Who Are Larger Than Life.

I Would Have Been Completely Brainwashed By This Lopsided And Racist View Of The World If It Weren't For My Father. He Was A Deep Thinker And An Irrepressible Problem Solver. He Was A Black Socrates, Asking Why And Then Spoiling Ready-made Replies.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.