I Was Being Paid To

The Stories We Hear In Our Childhood Are The Ones We Remember All Our Lives.

Life Is Like A Wheel. Sooner Or Later, It Always Come Around To Where You Started Again.

Only Library Books Speak With Such Wordless Eloquence Of The Power Good Stories Hold Over Us.

These Self-appointed Deacons In The Church Of Latter-day American Literature Seem To Regard Generosity (of Words) With Suspicion, Texture With Dislike, And Any Broad Literary Stroke With Outright Hate. The Result Is A Strange And Arid Literary Climate Where A Meaningless Little Fingernail Paring Like Nicholson Baker's Vox Becomes An Object Of Fascinated Debate And Dissection, And A Truly Ambitious American Novel Like Matthew's Heart Of The Country Is All But Ignored.

Life Is A Wheel, And If You Wait Long Enough, It Always Comes Back Around To Where It Started.