Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In

I Am A Writer, Which Means I Write Stories, I Write Novels, And I Would Write Poetry If I Knew How To. I Don't Want To Limit Myself.

My Country's Main Exports Are Stolen Cars And Sadness.

Rilke Said That Art Can Come Only Out Of Inner Necessity. I Write Because I Must. Or Because I Cannot Not Write.

It Is So Much Easier To Deal With The Dead Than With The Living. The Dead Are Out Of The Way, Merely Characters From Stories About The Past, Never Again Unreadable, No Misunderstandings Possible, The Pain Coming From Them Stable And Manageable. Nor Do You Have To Explain Yourself To Them, To Justify The Fact Of Your Life.

Washington D.c.! Congress Is Full Of Self-declared Outsiders.