She Might Be A Great Person, But

It Had Never Occurred To Me That Our Lives, Which Had Been So Closely Interwoven, Could Unravel With Such Speed.

The Fantasy Never Got Beyond That—i Didn’t Let It—and Though The Tears Rolled Down My Face, I Wasn’t Sobbing Or Out Of Control. I Just Waited A Bit, Then Turned Back To The Car, To Drive Off To Wherever It Was I Was Supposed To Be.

It Didn't Hurt, Did It? When I Hit You?" "sure. Fractured Skull. Concussion, The Lot..." "but Seriously, Kath. No Hard Feelings, Right? I'm Awfully Sorry. I Honestly Am.

My Friends And I Took Songwriting Very, Very Seriously. My Hero Was And Still Is Bob Dylan, But Also People Like Leonard Cohen And Joni Mitchell And That Whole Generation.

I Think I Had Actually Served My Apprenticeship As A Writer Of Fiction By Writing All Those Songs. I Had Already Been Through Phases Of Autobiographical Or Experimental Stuff.