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Sometimes, I Think There's A Lack Of Ambition In Me. But Then Sometimes, I Think, No, You Can, Like William Blake Said, You Know, See Heaven In A Grain Of Sand. If You Look Really, Really Closely At A Situation, You Can Find Almost Endless Interest In It.

At The Door, There Was One Of Those Moment When Two People Realize That They Like Each Other More Than They Know Each Other. This Is Nicer Than The Opposite Situation, But More Awkward. You Try To Remember The Protocol For Touching. You Hate To Gush, Or Presume To Much, Yet You Are Unwilling To Let The Moment Pass Without Without Some Gesture

...real Loneliness Is Having No One To Miss. Think Yourself Lucky You've Known Something Worth Missing.

Before I Had Kids, I Thought You Should Never Lie To A Kid. But Now I've Had Them, I Realize You Almost Lie To Them By Definition, Because If You're Trying To Summarize Something For Your 1-year-old, You Put It In Very Simple Terms. You Only Gradually Complicate The Explanation As They Get Older.

Something We Do Know Is That Review Coverage Does Go To Male Authors More Than Women Authors. That's A Fact. I Think It's One Of Those Examples Of Unconscious Bias: If You Hire A Lot Of Male Journalists, They're More Likely To Pick Up The Latest Ian Mcewan Novel Than The Latest A.s. Byatt Novel.