By The Age Of 9 Or 10,

Let's All Pretend To Be Someone Else, And Then Perhaps We'll Find Out Who We Are.

What Else Has A Journalist To Do These Days, After All, But Report Life's Miseries?

Most Of Us Live In A Condition Of Secrecy: Secret Desires, Secret Appetites, Secret Hatreds And Relationship With The Institutions Which Is Extremely Intense And Uncomfortable. These Are, To Me, A Part Of The Ordinary Human Condition. So I Don't Think I'm Writing About Abnormal Things. ... Artists, In My Experience, Have Very Little Center. They Fake. They Are Not The Real Thing. They Are Spies. I Am No Exception.

The Longing We Have To Communicate Cleanly And Directly With People Is Always Obstructed By Qualifications And Often With Concern About How Our Messages Will Be Received.

America Has Entered One Of Its Periods Of Historic Madness, But This Is The Worst I Can Remember.