An Urban Novelist Never Minds A Little

The Body, The Mind, And The Spirit Don't Form A Pyramid, They Form A Circle. Each Of Them Runs Into The Other Two. The Body Isn't Below The Mind And The Spirit; From The Point Of View It's Between Them. If You Reside Too Much In The Mind, Then You Get Too Abstract And Cut Off From The World. You Long For The Spiritual Life, But You Can't Get To It, And You Fall Into Despair. The Exercise Of The Senses Frees You From Abstraction And Opens The Way To Transcendence.

In The Traditional Urban Novel, There Is Only Survival Or Not. The Suburban Idea, The Conformist Idea, That Agony Can Be Seen To And Cured By Doctors Or Psychoanalysis Or Self-knowledge Is Nowhere To Be Found In The City. Talking Is A Way Of Life, But It Is Not A Cure. Same With Religion.

Another Thing He Told His Customers Was That One Of The Great Accounting Unknowns Of The Modern Age Was How To Value Knowledge. It Was An Exciting Field.

My Great Fear Is Not That I'll Run Out Of Ideas. It's That I'll Run Out Of Time.

Every First Draft Is Perfect, Because All A First Draft Has To Do Is Exist.