I Wanted To Write Literature

Life Is About Women, Gigs, An' Bein' Creative.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

I Think That The So-called Average Person Often Exhibits A Great Deal Of Heroism In Getting Through An Ordinary Day . . .

I'm Doing Research For A Large Comic Book On The Beat Generation Guys - Allen Ginsberg And Jack Kerouac And Those Guys

You Do Not Pursue Potential Conflict Unless You Hold Power Over Your Foe.