I ... Have Another Cup Of Coffee

We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live. We Live Entirely By The Impression Of A Narrative Line Upon Disparate Images, The Shifting Phantasmagoria, Which Is Our Actual Experience.

We Write To Discover What We Think.

Late Afternoon On The West Coast Ends With The Sky Doing All Its Brilliant Stuff.

When We Start Deceiving Ourselves Into Thinking Not That We Want Something... But That It Is A Moral Imperative That We Have It, That Is When We Join The Fashionable Madmen.

Details Are Our Business As Writers. Your Heart Leaps When You See A Detail That Can Go Somewhere