My Best Stories Come Out

I Lost My Second Marriage Because Of Drinking, And I Loved The Woman Very Much. But I Thought I Needed Booze To Write. I'm Glad I Was Disabused.

When You're Not Involved, Other People's Unhappiness Seems To Be About The Funniest Damn Thing On Earth Because You Think You Can Solve It, That You Are God, That You Are Above This, And That Their Unhappiness Is Just Such Useless Toil And Agony. If It's You, It Ceases To Be A Comedy.

The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery About It As A Writer's Drug, But I'm Glad That's Been Debunked. But The Trouble With The Drinking, Much As I Hate To Admit It, Is It Helped The Work.

I Wanted Very Much To Be Miles Davis When I Was A Boy, But Without The Practice. It Just Looked Like An Endless Road.

I Don't Write Under The Ghost Of Faulkner. I Live In The Same Town And Find His Life And Work Inspiring, But That's It. I Have A Motorcycle And Tool Along The Country Lanes. I Travel At My Own Speed.