How could this world be so unlike the world that I believed I was living in? I can't describe it. Do I not want to describe it, or do I simply not possess the vocabulary?
“When I am fishing, I think quite a lot about the fish, but I also think about the book I'm writing.”
“I am to a fault an introspective person. But I am not a reflective person - except for a big mistake, and then I really think about it.”