I Am Too Nervous To Eat Pie.

The Fiction Im Most Interested In Has Lines Of Reference To The Real World.

It's Strange. You Never Start Out Life With The Intention Of Becoming A Bankrupt Or An Alcoholic Or A Cheat And A Thief. Or A Liar.

The Smooth Stones You Pick Up And Examine Under The Moon's Light Have Been Made Blue From The Sea. Next Morning When You Pull Them From Your Trouser Pocket, They Are Still Blue.

I Dressed And Went For A Walk - Determined Not To Return Until I Took In What Nature Had To Offer.

There Is No God, And Conversation Is A Dying Art.