When I was a young firebrand it never occurred to me that I might be wrong, or that I wasn't going to have my way, or that it wasn't my job to impose my views. I could get into twenty-minute shouting matches over semicolons, because every semicolon was a matter of life or death. As you grow older you realize that there are bad lines in King Lear and it has survived.

Paris Review (No. 132, Fall 1994)