Being In Love Was Like China: You

You'll Drift Apart, It's True, But You'll Be Out In The Open, Part Of Everything Alive Again.

I Have Stolen Ideas From Every Book I Have Ever Read.

A Story, To Me, Has A Particular Sprite, Like The Angel Of The Spirit Of That Story - And It's My Job To Attend To What It Wants To Do.

You Are Dead- What Am I Speaking To?

Literary Modernism Kind Of Grew Out Of A Sense That, “oh My God! I’m Telling A Story! Oh, That Can’t Be The Case, Because I’m A Clever Person. I’m A Literary Person! What Am I Going To Do To Distinguish Myself? I Know! I’ll Write Ulysses.”