I was ecstatically happy. The Paris Review and the Holland America Line had carried me a long way from correcting comma faults at the University of Chicago.
92Y, January 1988
“I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool—and I’m not any of those—to say that I don’t write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.”