All My Friends Are Artists,

In Communist Countries, You Execute Your Poets. In The Free World, The Poets Execute Themselves.

Whenever I Get Lost In A Novel I Just Throw A Poem In. What It Does Is Flare Up, And It's So Illuminated That I'm Able To See Where To Go. I Write Between These Illuminations.

As A Citizen Of The Post-historical Variety, I Am In Continual Mourning And Prepared For Worse.

Writing Is Like Hunting. There Are Brutally Cold Afternoons With Nothing In Sight, Only The Wind And Your Breaking Heart. Then The Moment When You Bag Something Big. The Entire Process Is Beyond Intoxicating.

If You Can Be Anything Else But A Writer, Be It.