I must confess that when I'm alone in my study, here in New York, writing; that's when I'm happy.
I may be writing well, I may be writing poorly, but I enjoy the act of writing and sometimes when it turns out okay, I feel an elation that is incomparable.
I would say that writing, both the act of writing, and of course reading of other people's work is, for me, supreme joy.
A good day's writing, when I turn off my computer after I know that I've written okay, or as well as I can write, that's a day well spent.
I love writing. I like reading, other people, not myself.
They change. They're different. There are no two alike, that's the miracle of it. But if they have something to teach the students. You can see them writing during the show.
I stopped writing at the age of 18. I had written incessantly before that. I read, of course, because I was in university, but I wasn't going to write. I wasn't going to do any of those dangerous things. I was going to be a stolid, bourgeois lawyer.
