I’m afraid I’m not cut from the same cloth as a Wayne Dyer or Deepak Chopra, who manage to reiterate their messages in new books every year. It is my temperament to say what I have to say, and then to shut up till I have something else to say—and you can’t reasonably expect me to say that I will have something “new to say about saving the world” in the next six months or twelve months or eighteen months. If I do, I will, and if I don’t, I won’t.
(Nevertheless I HAVE produced a book subsequent to the ones you mention: If They Give You Lined Paper, Write Sideways addresses a question I’ve been struggling to answer ever since Ishmael appeared: How do I do what I do?) There comes a point in many thinkers’ lives when they’ve said what they have to say, and (at least for the moment) it seems to me that I’ve reached that point.
Though he lived to be 89, Ralph Waldo Emerson’s last work of importance, The Conduct of Life, was published when he was 67. Though he lived to be 65, David Hume wrote nothing of importance after age 50.
updated: 27 Nov 2007