What Do Any Of Us Really Know

I’d Like To Go Out In The Front Yard And Shout Something. “none Of This Is Worth It!” That’s What I’d Like People To Hear.

Woke Up This Morning With A Terrific Urge To Lie In Bed All Day And Read.

There Is No God, And Conversation Is A Dying Art.

I've Done As Many As 20 Or 30 Drafts Of A Story. Never Less Than 10 Or 12 Drafts.

I Am A Cigarette With A Body Attached To It