"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
9.01.2006
Happy Birthday, Little Brother
Thirty four trips around the sun. Here's hoping for 34 more!
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