Sometimes I wish I could forget more things. I have to make a conscious effort to free my mind, open it again, because memory can be tremendously rapacious.


The Paris Review, The Art of Fiction No. 104, Issue 107, Summer 1988


Sometimes I wish I could forget more things. I have to make a conscious effort to free my mind, open it again, because memory can be tremendously...

Sometimes I wish I could forget more things. I have to make a conscious effort to free my mind, open it again, because memory can be tremendously...

Sometimes I wish I could forget more things. I have to make a conscious effort to free my mind, open it again, because memory can be tremendously...

Sometimes I wish I could forget more things. I have to make a conscious effort to free my mind, open it again, because memory can be tremendously...