The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
“I have trouble voicing my thoughts... I can't communicate very well that way.”
“I had been a student in Vienna, and one of the neat little things I had found out was about that zoo. It was a good debut novel for me to have published. I was 26 or 27 when it was published. I already had a kid and would soon have a second.”