Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery About It As A Writer's Drug, But I'm Glad That's Been Debunked. But The Trouble With The Drinking, Much As I Hate To Admit It, Is It Helped The Work.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

I Wouldn't Buy Somebody's Album On A Dare If They Called Him A Musician's Musician. I Don't Write To Be A Writer's Writer. I Don't Want To Be Like The Little-magazine Writer.

The Wild Stuff Is All So Overrated. Drinking, You Don't Feel Good All The Time. There's A Lot Of Down, A Lot Of Misery.

I'll Tell You Why I Like Writing: It's Just Jumping Into A Pool. I Get Myself Into A Kind Of Trance. I Engage The World, But It's Also Wonderful To Just Escape. I Try To Find The Purities Out Of The Confusion. It's Pretty Old-fashioned, But It's Fun.