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My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body And Would Work 12- To 13-hour Days. The Guys He Worked With Were Scrap-iron Guys. Nobody On That Road Crew Had Read A Book In 10 Years, But There Was Something About The Way They Lived I Really Admired.

Structure Is One Of The Things That I Always Hope Will Reveal Itself To Me.

My Books Are Elegiac In The Sense That They're Odes To A Nation That Even I Sometimes Think May Not Exist Anymore Except In My Memory And My Imagination.

What If All Everybody Needed In The World Was To Be Sure Of One Friend? What If You Were The One, And You Refused To Say Those Simple Words?

Odd That The Future Should Be So Difficult To Bring Into Focus When The Past, Uninvited, Offered Itself Up So Easily For Inspection.