It's Gratifying That It Does; I Love

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

It's Often Been Said That I'm An Extremely Depressing, Cynical Writer. I've Never Known What To Make Of That.

Nobody Can Assume That, To A Writer, Everything Is Off-limits.

I Think That I'm Serious, But I Don't Think That I'm Inordinately Bleak.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.