By the time I was 9, I had the conviction that everybody in the world was an artist except plumbers or people who delivered groceries.
I'm one of those old-fashioned homosexuals, not one of the newfangled ones who are born joining parades.
When a book is alive, really alive, you feel it. You put it to your ear here, and you feel it breathe, sometimes laugh, sometimes cry, just like a person, a little person.