I'd Like To Lose Interest In Myself.

When My Head Is In The Typewriter The Last Thing On My Mind Is Some Imaginary Reader. I Don't Have An Audience; I Have A Set Of Standards.

If I Were A Writer, How I Would Enjoy Being Told The Novel Is Dead. How Liberating To Work In The Margins, Outside A Central Perception. You Are The Ghoul Of Literature. Lovely.

There's A Moral Force In A Sentence When It Comes Out Right. It Speaks The Writer's Will To Live.

Digital Clocks Took The 'space' Out Of Time.

Why Is It So Hard To Be Serious, So Easy To Be Too Serious?