A Rose Trapped Inside A Fist.

I Don't Wish To Be Anything More Or Less Than What I Am. If This Is How It Is, Then So Be It.

Quite Often Governments Are One Way And The People Are Another.

I Don't Want To Go With The Smooth Skin And The Calm Brow. I Hope I End Up A Blithering Idiot Cursing The Sun - Hallucinating, Screaming, Giving Obscene And Inane Lectures On Street Corners And Public Parks.

I Lay Off A Lot Modern Fiction And Only Rely On Living Writers For Non-fiction Work.

I Write What I Can. I Think Being Able To Write Like Michael Connelly And Have A Character That Goes From Novel To Novel, Or To Dramatize History Like Vidal Or Ellroy, Or Have An Explosively Inventive Mind Like Bulgakov, Would Be An Incredible Thing. I Don't Have That. I Only Have What I Have.