Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit. Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.
The novelist is out there early with a particular necessity that may become the necessity of us all. It is to deal with life as something God did not offer us as eternal and immutable. Rather, it is our human destiny to enlarge what we were given. Perhaps we are meant to clarify a world which is always different in one manner or another from the way we have seen it on the day before.
Part of the ability to keep writing over the years comes down to living with the expectation of disappointment. It`s the exact opposite of capitalism. In capitalism you want your business to succeed, and to the degree it does your energy increases, and you go out and buy an even bigger business. In writing it`s almost the exact opposite. You just want to keep the store going. You`re not going to do as well this year as last year probably, but nonetheless let`s keep the store going.
Masculinity is not something given to you, but something you gain. And you gain it by winning small battles with honor.
There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.
There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same.
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