Those Who Rhapsodize About The

A Person Who Deserves My Loyalty Receives It.

Nothing Like Being Visible, Publishing One's Work, And Speaking Openly About One's Life, To Disabuse The World Of The Illusion Of One's Perfection And Purity.

Growing Up In The Fifties And Sixties, I Can Only Remember Knowing One Child, Ever, Whose Parents Got A Divorce, And Hardly Any Whose Mother "worked" At Anything Besides Raising Her Children.

The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict His Subjects As Uniformly Beautiful Or Handsome And Without Flaws Will Fall Short Of Making Art.

I Think Of Myself As A Realistic Writer, Not A Creator Of Soap Opera Or Melodrama.