My cousin cleaned out a shotgun for me and let me carry it around the house, because he said, 'Anybody who knows anything about guns is going to know in a second if someone has held a gun before.' I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be practiced.
I could be like everyone else and stop eating, but that wouldn't make me happy.
If writers learn more from their books than do readers, perhaps I may have begun to learn.