I'm Not That Good Of A Drawer.

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

I Don't Know How Anyone Gets Anything Done In New York City. I Vastly Prefer Living In The Country. I Just Need A Lot Of Quiet And Solitude, And I'm So Easily Distracted. I Mean, The Internet Is Enough To Deal With.

Mostly It Was Mad Magazine. And I Did Read A Lot Of - I Had A Subscription When I Was Little, But I Also Had Access To Some Old Collections, The Little Paperbacks Of The Really Good Stuff.

It's Our Very Capacity For Self-consciousness That Makes Us Self-destructive!

Was Daedalus Really Stricken With Grief When Icarus Fell Into The Sea? Or Just Disappointed By The Design Failure