I Always Intended To Be Light And

Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much Has Been Cooking For A Long Time, And At Last Finds An Out In Narration One Day. That's A Supreme Joy. And Why The Characters Keep Showing Up.

Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

If You Are Able To Explain Suffering, A Man Once Told Him, You Weren't Really There.

The First Two Drinks Were Always Wonderfully Liberating. You Think Better. You're Braver, And You'll Say Anything. If You Could Just Hang In There With Two Or Three, It'd Be Beautiful. The Trouble Was I Couldn't.

My Stories Do Have Plot. They're Not Just Scattered Language; They're Controlled, Toward An End.