I've Never Abandoned The Novel.

My Grief Is That The Publishing World, The Book Writing World Is An Extraordinary Shoddy, Dirty, Dingy World.

As A Child I Knew Almost Nothing, Nothing Beyond What I Had Picked Up In My Grandmother's House. All Children, I Suppose, Come Into The World Like That, Not Knowing Who They Are.

Writers Should Provoke Disagreement.

The Family Feuds Or The Village Feuds Often Had To Do With An Idea Of Honor. Perhaps It Was A Peasant Idea; Perhaps This Idea Of Honor Is Especially Important To A Society Without Recourse To Law Or Without Confidence In Law.

It Was A Good Place For Getting Lost In, A City No One Ever Knew, A City Explored From The Neutral Heart Outward, Until After Many Years, It Defined Itself Into A Jumble Of Clearings Separated By Stretches Of The Unknown, Through Which The Narrowest Of Paths Had Been Cut.