“He was just an idea - a collection of responsibilities with a mailing address.”

“From Matheran I mailed the notes of my failed novel. I mailed them to fictitious address.”

“He made it to the front door before he looked back at her. Then his eyes grew wide. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He came back over to her and handed her a card. “These are my numbers, e-mail addresses, business URL, physical address, and mailing address. You know…if you need to get in touch with me.” Get in touch with him? But he left out his social security number, his date of birth, and his high school GPA.”

“No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response."Another few seconds passed.Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.”

“Thus, words being symbols of ideas, we can collect ideas by collecting words. The fellow who said he tried reading the dictionary but couldn't get the hang of the story simply missed the point: namely, that it is a collection of short stories.”

“More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.”