Habit Gives Endurance, And Fatigue

At The Time I Was Taught To Read, It Was An Eden-like Time Of My Life. My Mother Adored Me. Everyone Adored Me. So I Associate Reading With Enormous Pleasure.

Everything I Do Is Because Of Writing. If I Go For A Walk, It's Because I'm Thinking Of Writing. I Go Look At Flowers, I Go Look At The Garden, I Go Look At A Museum, But It's All Coming Back To Writing.

Sometimes When Someone Says Something Stupid, My Friends And I Just Read The Reviews Out Loud And Collapse With Laughter At The Stupidity Of It All.

I Understood That I Was Inventing Myself, And That I Was Doing This More In The Way Of A Painter Than In The Way Of A Scientist. I Could Not Count On Precision Or Calculation; I Could Only Count On Intuition.

I Was Just Looking At Moving To Cambridge, And A House I Was Looking At Cost A Million Dollars. Because Somehow, That's What A House Costs. And I Was Thinking, "how Can It Be?" And I Was Thinking, "what Am I Doing? Am I Going To Be Niall Ferguson, That Horrible Man?