In Spite Of All Temptations Of Belonging

Boredom Provides A Stronger Inclination To Write Than Anything.

My Eyes Close. I Am Here And Not Here. A Waking Nap? A Flight To The End Of The Galaxy And Perhaps A Couple Of Billion Light-years Beyond?

I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

I Think If Something Is Worth Doing, It's Worth Doing Well. And Worth Thinking About It As Well.

I Want My Books To Sell, To Be Read. I'm Not Interested In Being Obscure.