Reading Is Escape, And The Opposite Of

Believe Me, If I Looked Good, It's Not An Accident.

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

I Always Say That A Successful Parent Is One Who Raises A Child So That They Can Pay For Their Own Psychoanalysis.

Reading Is Everything. Reading Makes Me Feel Like I've Accomplished Something, Learned Something, Become A Better Person. Reading Makes Me Smarter. Reading Gives Me Something To Talk About Later On. Reading Is The Unbelievably Healthy Way My Attention Deficit Disorder Medicates Itself. Reading Is Escape, And The Opposite Of Escape; It's A Way To Make Contact With Reality After A Day Of Making Things Up, And It's A Way Of Making Contact With Someone Else's Imagination After A Day That's All Too Real. Reading Is Grist. Reading Is Bliss.

Everyone Always Asks, Was He Mad At You For Writing The Book? And I Have To Say, Yes, Yes, He Was. He Still Is. It Is One Of The Most Fascinating Things To Me About The Whole Episode: He Cheated On Me, And Then Got To Behave As If He Was The One Who Had Been Wronged Because I Wrote About It! I Mean, It's Not As If I Wasn't A Writer. It's Not As If I Hadn't Often Written About Myself. I'd Even Written About Him. What Did He Think Was Going To Happen? That I Would Take A Vow Of Silence For The First Time In My Life? "