I Don't Mind Arguing With

Everything Interests Me.

I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's When I Lose That It Bothers Me.

My Dream Has Always Been To Suspend Myself In Space When I Write, And Lying Horizontal In Bed Is The Closest To Doing That.

Until I Was 42, I Could Fit Everything That I Owned Into Two Suitcases.

I Write The Way You Might Arrange Flowers. Not Every Try Works, But Each One Launches Another. Every Constraint, Even Dullness, Frees Up A New Design.