“Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best.” — Thomas Wolfe

Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.

The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.