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I Distrust Thought. The Interior Life Is Highly Overrated. I Don't Like The Wispy And The Vague... Or Inductive Logic In Any Kind Of Writing. I'm Impatient With Writers Who Make Too Much Sense. The Better Things That I've Done Have Come To Me By Instinct.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

My Best Stories Come Out Of Nowhere, With No Concern For Form At All.

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.

Randomness I Love. And I Still Love Just A Holler Right In The Middle Of An Ongoing Narrative. Pain Or Joy, Ecstasy.