Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

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 Distrust Thought. The Interior Life Is Highly Overrated. I Don't Like The Wispy And The Vague... Or Inductive Logic In Any Kind Of Writing. I'm Impatient With Writers Who Make Too Much Sense. The Better Things That I've Done Have Come To Me By Instinct.

Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much Has Been Cooking For A Long Time, And At Last Finds An Out In Narration One Day. That's A Supreme Joy. And Why The Characters Keep Showing Up.

I Hate To Be Fatalistic About It, But Alcoholism, It's Just In Your Genes. We Had Some Of It In My Family, And It Just Got Me.

When You're Not Involved, Other People's Unhappiness Seems To Be About The Funniest Damn Thing On Earth Because You Think You Can Solve It, That You Are God, That You Are Above This, And That Their Unhappiness Is Just Such Useless Toil And Agony. If It's You, It Ceases To Be A Comedy.