One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

The days are stacked against what we think we are.

I asked a French critic a couple of years ago why my books did so well in France. He said it was because in my novels people both act and think. I got a kick out of that.

We Americans are trained to think big, talk big, act big, love big, admire bigness but then the essential mystery is in the small.