When I Began To Read, I Began

Everything In Life Is Made Up...you Make Up That You Are Happy. You Make Up That You Are Sad. You Make Up That You Are In Love. If You Don't Make Up Your Own Life, Who's Going To Make It Up For You? It's Bad Enough When You Die And Everybody Can Make Up Their Own Stories About You. —mr. Hooft

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.

New York Is My Favorite City.

I Talk To Myself Out Loud At Times, And Feel Embarrassed When People Overhear Me.

I Keep Threatening To Keep A Formal Journal, But Whenever I Start One It Instantly Becomes An Exercise In Self-consciousness. Instead Of A Journal I Manage To Have Dozens Of Notebooks With Bits And Pieces Of Stories, Poems, And Notes. Almost Every Thing I Do Has Its Beginning In A Notebook Of Some Sort, Usually Written On A Bus Or Train.