People Forget Years And Remember Moments.

I Am Not Alone In Bearing Grudges Against Reviewers Who Have Doomed A Book's Chances Because They've Missed The Point, The Tone, Everything.

When I Was Teaching At Harvard In The 1970s, I Went To Project Incorporated In Cambridge And Took Photography Classes. I Didn't Even Know How To Aim The Camera In Those Days.

I Think That I'm Serious, But I Don't Think That I'm Inordinately Bleak.

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

People Forget Years And Remember Moments.