It Was Good To Walk

Every Writer Hopes His Or Her Book Will Be Its Own Thing.

If There Is Any Good In Life, In History, In My Own Past, I Invoke It Now. I Invoke It With All The Passion With Which I Have Lived.

Never Before Had I Known The Sudden Quiver Of Understanding That Travels From Word To Brain To Heart, The Way A New Language Can Move, Coil, Swim Into Life Under The Eyes, The Almost Savage Leap Of Comprehension, The Instantaneous, Joyful Release Of Meaning, The Way The Words Shed Their Printed Bodies In A Flash Of Heat And Light.

When You Handle Books All Day Long, Every New One Is A Friend And A Temptation.

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.