Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

You've Got To Lie To Stay Halfway Interested In Yourself.

Randomness I Love. And I Still Love Just A Holler Right In The Middle Of An Ongoing Narrative. Pain Or Joy, Ecstasy.

I Wanted Very Much To Be Miles Davis When I Was A Boy, But Without The Practice. It Just Looked Like An Endless Road.

I Always Intended To Be Light And Open. I Misjudged The American Audience.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.