You Live In A Tower That Soars

Insanity's So Personal. It's Hard To Know Who Shares Our Secrets.

I Didn’t Do Anything. I Don’t Have An Explanation, I Don’t Know Why I Wanted To Write. I Did Some Short Stories At That Time, But Very Infrequently. I Quit My Job Just To Quit. I Didn’t Quit My Job To Write Fiction. I Just Didn’t Want To Work Anymore

To Portray America Over The Past Twenty Years Or So, I Would Think Immediately Of Football, Probably The Super Bowl In Its Sumptuous Suggestion Of A National Death Wish.

It Was Important For Him To Believe That He'd Spent His Life Among People Who Kept Missing The Point.

Mirrors And Images. Or Sex And Love. These Are Two Separate Systems That We Miserably Try To Link.