…there’s Nothing In The World More Fun

It’s Only When You’ve Lost Someone That You Realize The Nonsense Of That Phrase “it’s A Small World”. It Isn’t. It’s A Vast, Devouring World, Especially If You’re Alone.

One Of The Things I'm Trying To Do Over And Over Again In My Books Is Create New Mythologies, Create New Ways To Understand The Complexity Of The World. I Think What Mythology Does Is Impress Upon Chaotic Experience The Patterns, Hierarchies And Shapes Which Allow Us To Interpret The Chaos And Make Fresh Sense Of It.

There Is No Such Thing As Originality. It Has All Been Said Before, Suffered Before. If A Person Knows That, Is It Any Wonder Love Becomes Mechanical And Death Just A Scene To Be Shunned? There Is No Absolute Knowledge To Be Gained From Either. Just Another Ride On The Merry-go-round, Another Blurred Scene Of Faces Smiling And Faces Grieved.

My Life Is In The Art That I Make, And I'm Very Happy With It.

We Burn So Hard, But We Shed So Little Light; It Makes Us Crazy And Sad.