Introverts

Introverts go to retreats the way extroverts go to Disneyland. Intros love the sound of one hand clapping, of no-one saying nothing to nobody—the sound of silence that Paul Simon made rhapsodic.

Darkness, my old friend

It is a thin and inconsequential book, the one that success writes. Failure, by comparison, is a playwright’s dream—dark, depthless and quiveringly quiet, like Robert Frost’s woods or Paul Simon’s blacked-out bathroom.