My Worst Is All Out In The

American Culture Is Torn Between Our Long Romance With Violence And Our Terror Of The Devastation Wrought By War And Crime And Environmental Havoc.

Pretty Things Will Swarm You Like That, Like Your Heart Was A Hive Of Electric Bees.

But I Think Everybody Should Write. I Think Those People With Stories Who Don't Write Should Be Stomped On.

I Have Been A Believer In The Magic Of Language Since, At A Very Early Age, I Discovered That Some Words Got Me Into Trouble And Others Got Me Out.

How Deep And Sticky Is The Darkness Of Childhood, How Rigid The Blades Of Infant Evil, Which Is Unadulterated, Unrestrained By The Convenient Cushions Of Age And Its Civilizing Anesthesia.