Writing Must Be A Machine For Breaking

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

There Are Times When The Law Jeopardizes Those Who Obey It.

We Come Crawling Through These Cracks, Orphans, Lobotomies; If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything. Whole Rotten World Come Down And Break. Let Me Spread My Legs.

First Of All, Writing At Best - Certainly Fiction Writing - More And More I Think Is Magic.

And I'm Working At Trying To Find A Kind Of Language Where I Won't Be So Easily Modulated By Expectation.