I Concentrate On The Lives Of Individuals

I Wish I Was Away In Ingo Far Across The Briny Sea Sailing Over Deepest Waters Where Neither Care Nore Worry Trouble Me

Once One Habit Peels Away The Others Follow It. You Have To Hold On, Or The Next Thing You'll Find Yourself Parading Down The Street In Your Nightdress. Habit Is Everything.

Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If It Still Doesn't Work, Throw It Away. It's A Nice Feeling, And You Don't Want To Be Cluttered With The Corpses Of Poems And Stories Which Have Everything In Them Except The Life They Need.

A Novel, In The End, Is A Container, A Shape Which You Are Trying To Pour Your Story Into.

I Was Always Influenced By Language.