We All Survive More Than We Think

Writing Is The Act Of Saying "i," Of Imposing Oneself Upon Other People, Of Saying "listen To Me, See It My Way, Change Your Mind."

Many People I Know In Los Angeles Believe That The Sixties Ended Abruptly On August 9, 1969, Ended At The Exact Moment When Word Of The Murders On Cielo Drive Traveled Like Brushfire Through The Community, And In A Sense This Is True. The Tension Broke That Day. The Paranoia Was Fulfilled.

If You Aren't Aware Of The Reader, You're Working In A Vacuum.

It's Just A Deep Pleasure To Read Something You've Written Yourself - If And When You Like It.

Somehow Writing Has Always Seemed To Me To Have An Element Of Performance.