Was Anything In The World

Which Is Why We Have Spouses And Children And Parents And Colleagues And Friends, Because Someone Has To Know Us Better Than We Know Ourselves. We Need Them To Tell Us. We Need Them To Say, "i Know You, Al. You Are Not The Kind Of Man Who.

Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

I’ve Always Known That There’s More Going On Inside Me Than Finds Its Way Into The World, But This Is Probably True Of Everyone. Who Doesn’t Regret That He Isn’t More Fully Understood?

I Think The Darker Aspect Of My Fiction-or Anybody's Fiction-is By Its Very Nature Somehow Easier To Talk About.

They Stayed, Many Of Them, Because Staying Was Easier And Less Scary Than Leaving.