I Knew A Book Of Mine Was

I Believed In Immaculate Conception And Spontaneous Combustion. I Believed In Aliens From Outer Space And Vampires, Prophecy, And The Resurrection Of The Dead. I Had Deja Vu Many Times Each Day. I Was Thirteen.

The Peruvian Flute Music Is . . . Cool. In This Music, They Have Not Yet Invented The Industrial Revolution That Leads To Excessive Punctuality Or The Failed Experiment They Call The Nuclear Family. This Is The Music Of Elements, Untarnished, Unrehearsed.

I Have A Great Ability To Improvise Verbally And I Am Very Funny On A Dime.

In Communist Countries, You Execute Your Poets. In The Free World, The Poets Execute Themselves.

All Good Writing Is Built One Good Line At A Time. You Build A Novel The Same Way You Do A Pyramid. One Word, One Stone At A Time, Underneath A Full Moon While The Fingers Bleed.