We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.