The Light Was Cut To Lace By

I Am Sure Every Writer Has This And Probably Every Newscaster, That People Are Always Coming Up To Me And Saying, My Daughter Wants To Do What You Do, My Godson, My Tennis Partner.

The Idea I Pursue Is The One That Keeps Coming Back To Me. The Characters I Think About As I'm Falling Asleep At Night Or When I'm Driving To The Grocery Store Are The One's I Wind Up Writing About.

It's Always Better To Have Too Much To Read Than Not Enough.

Everyone Knows Everything Eventually.

He Believed That Life, True Life, Was Something That Was Stored In Music. True Life Was Kept Safe In The Lines Of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin While You Went Out In The World And Met The Obligations Required Of You. Certainly He Knew (though Did Not Completely Understand) That Opera Wasn't For Everyone, But For Everyone He Hoped There Was Something. The Records He Cherished, The Rare Opportunities To See A Live Performance, Those Were The Marks By Which He Gauged His Ability To Love.