Sontag – Thirty Years Later…, 1996

I had come to New York at the start of the e1960’s, eager to put to work the writer I had, since adolescence, pledged myself to become. My idea of a writer” Someone interested in “everything.” I had always had interests of many kinds, so it was natural for me to conceive of the vocation of a writer in this way. And reasonable to suppose that such fervency would find more scope in a great metropolis that in any variant of provincial life, including the excellent university I had attended. The only surprise was that there weren’t more people like me.