Culture Is That Which Falsifies.

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.

Well, I Think Writing Is Basically About Time And Rhythm. Like With Jazz. You Have Your Basic Melody And Then You Just Riff Off Of It. And The Riffs Are About Timing.

If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything.

I Find Waiting Unbearable Because It Makes Me Passive And Negates Me. I Hate Being Nothing.

I Understand That When People Read My Books That There's Something There - But I Don't Identify With It.