The talent of a writer is his ability to give them their separate names, identities, personalities and have them relate to other characters living with him.
A man’s greatest moment in life is when his enemy lays vanquished, his village aflame, his herds driven before you and his weeping wives and daughters are clasped to your breast.
I was extremely fortunate to live around the corner from a recording studio and to be chosen to have a paper route to make enough money to pay for the music lessons.
Some years ago John Kenneth Galbraith wrote in an essay on his efforts at writing a history of economics: ‘As one approaches the present, one is filled with a sense of hopelessness; in a year and possibly even a month,
I am trying to understand why you just cant talk to me is it something I said that made you ignore me or is all of this on you trying to make me look like a fool for thinking I could change my behavior and you’d love me once more.
