I Can't Think Of Anything

Belief Needs Something Terrible To Make It Work, I Find--blood, Nails, A Bit Of Anguish.

Having Kids Is Very Difficult To Do On Your Own, And It's Really Crazy Difficult To Think You're Doing It As A Team And To Find Out That You're Not Actually Part Of A Team.

I Have A Small Room To Write In. One Wall Is Completely Covered In Books. And I Face The Window With The Curtain Closed To Stop The Light Hitting The Computer.

I Have No Place Left To Live But In My Own Heart.

When You Find Yourself Alone, Or In A Transition, You Dream More. These Are Also The Times When You Read Books.