Sometimes The Only Answer To Death Is

We Set This House On Fire Forgetting That We Live Within.

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.

There Is A Neurologist, A Woman Over At Harvard Who Wanted Me To Come Talk To Them, And In France I Have A Lot Of Readers In The Sciences. I Can't Tell You Why.

I'm Not Rational Enough To Be A Good Journalist.

Michigan Is Two Radically Different Places - The North And The South Which Makes For Good Drama And Contrast.