Grammar, he saw, was agreement, community, consensus.
The truth is out there somewhere, but the dog needs to be walked.
People are always invoking evolutionary psychology for everything. "Why do men hang around asking women out? Oh, to improve their reproductive success," every damn thing - religion, art - it can all be explained by evolutionary psychology. But in our hearts we know that evolutionary psychology is only sort of accurate, because it really doesn't capture what's most interesting about our lives.
As a writer I'm not an explainer, really. I'm a narrator. I mistrust explanation.
Any good biography has to got to lead you to the work. Many biographers have started out in love with their subjects and ended up hating them.
I didn't go through anyone's garbage. People brought what they felt I needed to know to me.
Shock equals discovery, and if I narrated my past, you'd be pretty grossed out too, I bet - same as if you narrated yours. Aren't we all composed of our past mistakes? Isn't that part of emerging into an adult awareness of the world?
Comfort and solace come about differently for different people.
