I Think A Lot Of

It's Like My Characters, All My Men Are Dad And Me In A Mess; All My Female Characters Are Smart And Hopeful, Like Mom Just Trying To Make The Best Of Things.

No One Will Ever Know Anyone. We Just Have To Deal With Each Other. You're Not Ever Gonna Know Me.

I Am Gripped By An Existential Panic.

I Felt Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. My Nightly Bloodlust Overflowed Into My Days And I Had To Leave The City. My Mask Of Sanity Was A Victim Of Impending Slippage. This Was The Bone Season For Me And I Needed A Vacation.

I'm Not A Big Believer In Disciplined Writers. What Does Discipline Mean? The Writer Who Forces Himself To Sit Down And Write For Seven Hours Every Day Might Be Wasting Those Seven Hours If He's Not In The Mood And Doesn't Feel The Juice. I Don't Think Discipline Equals Creativity.