When You Die It's The End Of

[rewriting Is] A Whole Other Art Form; It's About Craftsmanship.

My First Job Was With The Burns Detective Agency. They Sent Me Over To The East River To Guard Coal Barges During These God-awful Hours Like Three To Six In The Morning. It Wasn't A Very Difficult Job -- All I Had To Do Was Make A Round Every Fifteen Minutes -- But It Turned Out To Be A Great Environment For Writing. I Was Completely Alone In A Little Outhouse With An Electric Heater And A Little Desk.

I Got To New York When I Was Eighteen. I Was Knocking Around, Trying To Be An Actor, Writer, Musician, Whatever Happened.

I Believe In My Mask-- The Man I Made Up Is Me I Believe In My Dance-- And My Destiny

All That Stuff About My Father And My Childhood Is Interesting Up To A Certain Point, But I Kind Of Capsized With The Family Drama A Long Time Ago. Now I Want To Get Away From That. Not That I Won't Return To It, But A Certain Element Has Been Exhausted, And It Feels Like Why Regurgitate All This Stuff?