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The Overintellectualization Of Surrealism Can Be A Bromide. A Dream Interpreted Is A Deflated Dream.

Twenty Years Is, After All, A Long Time. We Are Not The Same People We Were. Old Friends, Lovers, Even Family Members: They Are Strangers Who Happen To Wear A Familiar Face. We Have No Right To Claim To Know Anyone After Such A Distance.

No One Needs A First Edition. Whoever Wrote It; Even If It Was Moses.

Repression In The Human Psyche Is Tightly Bundled. When It Has Been Pulled Out Of The Sprung Package So Often It Is Perhaps Difficult To Push It Back In The Box.

If I Couldn't Get Published Tomorrow I'd Still Be Writing. It's Something To Do With Feeling So Overwhelmed By This Experience Of Life That You Have To Tell Someone About It, And In A Way That Reorders The Experience To Make It Manageable.