In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

What I have written-and how I came to write it-is most powerfully what I am.

I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

Decades go faster toward the end of a century.

The novel is rescued life.

But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.