For The Worst Things Of Our Lives,

Sometimes Skulls Are Thick. Sometimes Hearts Are Vacant. Sometimes Words Don't Work.

I'm Trying To Influence The Next Generation Or Two Generations Or Three Generations Behind Me. That's A Big Ambition Of Mine.

To Say That You Can't See Echoes Of The Past In What I Do Would Be Absurd. Everything That Has Preceded Me Has Affected Me.

Writing's Not Precious To Me. It's Not A Thing That Requires Specific Environment. You Know, It's My Job. Just Like Anybody With A Job, You Have To Do Your Job When You Don't Feel Like It, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad The Conditions Are, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad You Might Feel On Any Particular Day.

I Felt Like I Had Lost Something. But Not Something Silly, Like My Keys Or My Gum; More Like My Arm Or My Foot, Something That Really Mattered. Like Something That I Could Live Without, But Would Make Life Much Harder If It Were Missing. And Life Is Hard Enough. Life Is Hard Enough With Everything We're Given.