Something Lurked Inside The Truth.

I Would Never Write In Response To What I Believe The Public Wanted Or Needed.

If You Know You're Worth Nothing, Only A Gamble With Death Can Gratify Your Vanity.

I Don’t Want Your Candor. I Want Your Soul In A Silver Thimble.

I'm Very Concerned With Questions Of Language. This Is What I Think Of When I Think Of Myself As A Writer: I'm Someone Who Writes Sentences And Paragraphs. I Think Of The Sentence - Not Only What It Shares But, In A Sense, What It Looks Like. I Like To Match Words Not Only In A Way That Convey A Meaning, Possibly An Indirect Meaning, But Even At Times Words That Have A Kind Of Visual Correspondence.

The Dead Have A Presence.