Advertisers in general bear a large part of the responsibility for the deep feelings of inadequacy that drive women to psychiatrists, pills, or the bottle.
Words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chaining together great inaudible feelings and purposes.
A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.