I Read The Nambla Bulletin Fairly Regularly

Ah, Well, During The Middle Ages, Religion Was Often Able To Redeem Art. Today, However, Art Is About The Only Thing That Can Redeem Religion, And The Clerics Will Never Forgive Us For That.

The Reason For Privacy Is Not So That People Will Not Know You Go To The Bathroom. It's To Allow Certain Things To Go On That You Don't Want Other People To Know About, When All Is Said And Done. But The Things I Don't Want Other People To Know About Are Not My Sex Life.

It’s A Very New, Not To Mention Vulgar, Idea That The Spectator’s Experience Should Be Identical To, Or Even Have Anything To Do With, The Artist’s.

Fiction -- At Least For Me -- Requires Long, Relatively Uninterrupted Time Stretches In Which To Bring It To Fruition. I've Never Been A Two-hour-in-the-morning Writer, Who Could Put In Another Six Hours On Sunday Afternoon. For Me, A Novel Requires Weeks Of Living In A Largely Mental And Wholly Internal Landscape. Everything Else Has To Be Relegated To The Odd Hour Here, The Bit Of Time There. Sadly, However, Uninterrupted Time Blocks Are Not What Life Doles Out Today To Any Of Us With Regularity.

Reality Must Prove Itself Again And Again To Questioners ... It Is The Fantasy Which Goes On Without Contradiction, Without Having To Prove Itself.