A Novel Is A Book With A

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

Life Doesn't Exist Inside Language: Too Bad For Me.

Yeah, I Mean, I Put Work Out There For People To Use And I'm Grateful When You Use It.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.