The Writer’s Life Is A Life Of

Mr. Franzen Said He And Mr. Wallace, Over Years Of Letters And Conversations About The Ethical Role Of The Novelist, Had Come To The Joint Conclusion That The Purpose Of Writing Fiction Was “a Way Out Of Loneliness.” (ny Times Article On The Memorial Service Of David Foster Wallace.)

Use Well Thy Freedom.

I Find It A Huge Strain To Be Responsible For My Tastes And Be Known And Defined By Them.

Sounded To Me Like He Had A Pretty Good Idea What He Was Saying," Van Replied, With Surprisingly Little Anger. "it's A Pity He Had To Overintellectualize Like That. He Did Such Good Work, And Then He Had To Go And Intellectualize It.

But She Was Seventeen Now And Not Actually Dumb. She Knew That You Could Love Somebody More Than Anything And Still Not Love The Person All That Much, If You Were Busy With Other Things.