I'm Most Honest About Writing

When I Was 13, I Really Used To Skip Down The Street, Happy In Thinking, "oh, Well, Someone's Suffering Pain In Order For Me To Feel This Pleasure."

I Never Attended A Creative Writing Class In My Life. I Have A Horror Of Them.

He Did Not Consider If Or How Or Why He Loved Them. They Were Just Love: They Were The First Evidence He Ever Had Of Love, And They Would Be The Last Confirmation Of Love When Everything Else Fell Away.

Every Moment Happens Twice: Inside And Outside, And They Are Two Different Histories.

The Future's Another Country, Man... And I Still Ain't Got A Passport.