The Ways In Which A Book, Once

When You’re Young You Prefer The Vulgar Months, The Fullness Of The Seasons. As You Grow Older You Learn To Like The In-between Times, The Months That Can’t Make Up Their Minds. Perhaps It’s A Way Of Admitting That Things Can’t Ever Bear The Same Certainty Again.

We Live, We Die, We Are Remembered, We Are Forgotten.

...life Is A Gift Bestowed Without Anyone Asking For It; That The Thinking Person Has A Philosophical Duty To Examine Both The Nature Of Life And The Conditions It Comes With; And That If This Person Decides To Renounce The Gift No One Asks For, It Is The Moral And Human Duty To Act On The Consequences Of That Decision.

A Couple's First Task, It Has Always Seemed To Me, Is To Solve The Problem Of Breakfast; If This Can Be Worked Out Amicably, Most Other Difficulties Can Too.

In 1980, I Published My First Novel, In The Usual Swirl Of Unjustified Hope And Justified Anxiety.