The Golden Years Are For Pussies. We

I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down By Long Passages Of Narrative.

Your Life Isn't Out Of Control. It's Expanded.

When I Was Painting, I Was Painting Stories I Was Telling Myself. When I Look Back At It, Moving To Writing Was A Very Natural Progression For Me.

Lots Of Times I'm Not Crazy About The Writing, But I Keep Moving Ahead And Somehow It Gets Better. The Important Thing Is To Move Forward.

He [ranger] Peeled My [stephanie] Clothes Off And Wrangled Me Into Bed. And Then Suddenly He Was Inside Me. He Once Told Me That Time Spent With Him Would Ruin Me For All Other Men. When He Said It, I Thought It Was An Outrageous Threat. I No Longer Though It Outrageous.