I've Come To Think Of Europe As

The Family Was An Art ... And The Dinner Table Was The Place It Found Expression.

People Think About Who They Are In The Stillest Hour Of The Night.

I Long For The Days Of Disorder. I Want Them Back, The Days When I Was Alive On The Earth, Rippling In The Quick Of My Skin, Heedless And Real. I Was Dumb-muscled And Angry And Real. This Is What I Long For, The Breach Of Peace, The Days Of Disarray When I Walked Real Streets And Did Things Slap-bang And Felt Angry And Ready All The Time, A Danger To Others And A Distant Mystery To Myself.

Fame And Secrecy Are The High And Low Ends Of The Same Fascination.

I Think More Than Writers, The Major Influences On Me Have Been European Movies, Jazz, And Abstract Expressionism.