I Envy Those Writers Who Outline Their

What I'm Nostalgic For Is The Idea Of An Edge In New York. There Used To Be These Fringes Of The City Where Civilization Sort Of Ended, And Therefore Young People Could Live Cheaply, Or Open Nightclubs Or Art Galleries, Or Even Squat. That Fringe Moved Out To New Jersey And Brooklyn. The Whole Idea Of The Metropolis Is The Centralization Of Like-minded Souls, And When The Central Real Estate Becomes Too Expensive, The Dreamers, The Young Poets, And The Artists Will Go Elsewhere.

It's The Cynics Who Never Get Married.

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

I Think, When I'm Writing, I Have A More Clinical View Than I Do When I'm Reading. I Like Pretending To Be God And Basically Determining The Fate Of My Characters. But As A Reader, I'm A Sucker. I'm Very Sentimental. I Get Upset When People That I Like Die. And Yet I Have Killed Off Characters In My Books Quite Heartlessly, And Sometimes Found That Readers Were Very Upset By It.

I Realized That I Might Not Ever Make It As A Writer, That It Might Be Because I Wasn't Good Enough, Or That It Might Be Because The Odds Were Just Too Long.