Not Everyone Writes Well From A Child's

I Told Him The Truth, That I Loved Him And Didn't Regret Anything About Our Lives Together. But Do We Ever 'tell The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth, So Help Me God' As My Father Used To Say, To Those We Love? Or Even To Ourselves? 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 Think The Darker Aspect Of My Fiction-or Anybody's Fiction-is By Its Very Nature Somehow Easier To Talk About.

Why Mince Words? Beautiful Ruins Is An Absolute Masterpiece.

Bookstores, Like Libraries, Are The Physical Manifestation Of The Wide World's Longest, Most Thrilling Conversation.

That Afternoon I Came To Understand That One Of The Deepest Purposes Of Intellectual Sophistication Is To Provide Distance Between Us And Our Most Disturbing Personal Truths And Gnawing Fears.