I Became Conflicted In My Late Teens.

I Have A Competition In Me. I Want No One Else To Succeed. I Hate Most People.

How Can You Be A Recluse In A House Full Of Children, Even If You Had The Inclination To Be, Which I Don't?

For About A Year, I Just Didn't Know What To Do. I Did Laboring Jobs, Working In The Docks, Construction Sites.

I Had A Very Vivid, Almost Hallucinatory Moment In Which I Was Engaged In A Dialogue With My Father...

I Suppose That Anyone Who Does Any Kind Of Creative Work Some Time In Their Life - Especially As You Grow Into Middle Age! - You Come To A Time Where You Really Question More And More Frequently, Whether You Have Anything Else To Offer. And At Its Worst, You Feel Utterly Bereft Of Whatever Creative Force It Takes To Do That Work.