Clichés So Often Befall Vain People.

It's Interesting, Though, That In Daily Life, I Think Of Myself As Being Relatively Unobservant.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

It Seems To Me That The Problem With Diaries, And The Reason That Most Of Them Are So Boring, Is That Every Day We Vacillate Between Examining Our Hangnails And Speculating On Cosmic Order.

Because I Don’t Work With An Outline, Writing A Story Is Like Crossing A Stream, Now I’m On This Rock, Now I’m On This Rock, Now I’m On This Rock.

I Think Almost Always That What Gets Me Going With A Story Is The Atmosphere, The Visual Imagery, And Then I People It With Characters, Not The Other Way Around.