What The Artist Owes The

Teaching, Real Teaching, Is - Or Ought To Be - A Messy Business.

I Believe Some People Are Just Too Damn Smart To Write Fiction.

That Was The Only Decision There Was Once Upon A Time: What To Do With The Night.

Speaks Well Of A Man To Need A Little Something In This World. I Wouldn't Trust A Man Who Could Git Through It Cold Sober.

I Never Wanted To Be Well-rounded. I Do Not Admire Well-rounded People Nor Their Work. So Far As I Can See, Nothing Good In The World Has Ever Been Done By Well-rounded People. The Good Work Is Done By People With Jagged, Broken Edges, Because Those Edges Cut Things And Leave An Imprint, A Design.