What Sustains Me Is To Be With

The Real Question Is: How Do You React? What Do You Do Next? Evade Responsibilities? Bury Yourself In Work? What Do You Do? All Three Of My Novels Take Up That Question, Although None Gives An Answer.

At One Level You're Condemned To The Voice You Have. But Within Those Confines, You Have A Certain Amount Of Freedom To Range Among Your Possible Voices.

Cities Produce In Me Melancholy Or A Tension I Don't Need.

How Could They Say That They Truly Loved Each Other? They Had Simply Grown Up Together, Been Children Together, And The Proximity Of It, The Closeness Of It, Had Produced In Them Love S Illusion. And Yet - On The Other Hand - What Was Love If It Wasn't This Instinct She Felt.

I Have Relaxed Into My Persona As An Author, Although I Used To Fight That.