I'm Criticized By The Feminists,

A Boy Can Be Two, Three, Four Potential People, But A Man Is Only One. He Murders The Others.

The Process Hasn't Changed, But The Writer Has Developed. I Still Get Up Every Morning And Go To Work.

Mr. Bernard Died On A Monday, At The Age Of Seventy-five, His Body Wasted. He Lay In State For Two Days In The Lobby Of The Bernard Gursky Tower And, As He Failed To Rise On The Third, He Was Duly Buried.

If You're Writing A Novel, You're In A Room For Three Or Four Years. There's Not Much Coming In From The Outside.

The Canadian Kid Who Wants To Grow Up To Be Prime Minister Isn't Thinking Big, He Is Setting A Limit To His Ambitions Rather Early.