Plutocracy.' It Has A Perfect Nuance: Chilly,

Perhaps Living Souls Had Greater Phantom Powers Than The Dead.

If Critics Of 'readable Fiction' Want Literature To Change The Ways People Dream, They Need First To Come Down From The Mountain And Speak To The People.

Twenty Years Is, After All, A Long Time. We Are Not The Same People We Were. Old Friends, Lovers, Even Family Members: They Are Strangers Who Happen To Wear A Familiar Face. We Have No Right To Claim To Know Anyone After Such A Distance.

But There Are Times In Life When A Door Opens And You Are Offered A Glimpse Of The Light On The Water, And You Know That If You Don't Take It, That Door Slams Shut, And Maybe Forever. Maybe You Fool Yourself Into Thinking That You Had A Choice At All; Maybe You Were Always Going To Say Yes. Maybe Refusing Was No More A Choice Than Is Holding Your Breath. You Were Always Going To Breathe. You Were Always Going To Say Yes.

I've Been A Professional Writer For 20 Years, And There Are Contours In That Time, Crescents And Troughs.