Great Art Is Cathartic; It Is Always

For What Are The Words With Which To Summarize A Lifetime, So Much Crowded Confused Happiness Terminated By Such Stark Slow-motion Pain?

Writing Is A Consequence Of Having Been 'haunted' By Material. Why This Is, No One Knows.

You Don't Have To Understand Why Anything That Has Happened Nor Do You Even Have To Understand What It Is That Has Happened. You Have Only To Live With The Remains.

Most People Who Are Writers Go Through Periods When They Can't Write.

A Man Will Reveal His True Self, Or So It Seems, On The Tennis Court.