We Dreamt Of Light, But Hoped For

I Tend To Wait For True Stories To Mature Into Fiction. Most Of My Fiction Grew Out Of A Long-germinating Real-life Situation.

I Don't Know The Numbers, But Roughly Half Of The People Who Came Through Ellis Island Returned Home. They Came Here To Make Money, Not To Make History.

Where Can You Go From Nowhere, Except Deeper Into Nowhere?

I Do Believe - And I Know I Shouldn't - That Art Transcends Money And Success And Any Of That. You Can Still Do It If You're Not Clinging To The Notion Of Nobility.

I Cannot Stand That Whole Game Of Confession, That Is: Here I Have Sinned, Now I'm Confessing My Sins, And Describing My Path Of Sin And Then In The Act Of Confession I Beg For Your Forgiveness And Redemption.