The Only Thing I Don't

I Understood Once I Held A Baby In My Arms, Why Some People Have The Need To Keep Having Them.

I Say That I Can't Make Anything Up. I Think Of Myself As A Collage Artist. I'm Cutting And Pasting Memories Of My Life. And I Say, I Have To Live A Life In Order To Tell A Life. I Would Prefer To Tell It Because Telling You're Always In Control, You're Like God.

I See [my Pen] As An Extension Of My Musculature. It's Like Being A Painter. It's The Closest I Can Get To My Breath.

The Only Thing I Don't Doubt Is My Doubt.

The Fact That New York Continues In The Face Of All Of The Chaos, Of The Crime, Of The Madness, You Just Think That It Would Just Pop And Vanish, Just Explode.