I begin with an image of some sort, just as if you saw something out of a window, and then went to the window to see what it was.

We tire differently if we love or love not.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

A book can just be a description of a stick being snapped in half. If the reader is brought to feel the plight of the stick, well, you can imagine what that would be like.

I like small books. I like durable books. I like plain books. I like small type and thin pages.

If Americans are to read something that is difficult, they will only do so supposing they will be admired for having done it.

One can't say how one behaved or why, really. Such situations, they are far more complex than any either/or proposition. It is simplistic to produce events in pairs and lean them against each other like cards. I suppose if you a playing go or shogi, then such a thing might be helpful, but that is not life.