I Was The Goldfish That Leapt Out

You'll See Some Bad Things, But If You Didn't See Them, They'd Still Be Happening.

When I Had A Few Francs, I Spent Them At A Café On The Place De Longchamps, A Block Or So From My Pension, Where I Could Order A Glass Of Beaujolais And A Plate Of String Beans In Vinaigrette For The Equivalent Of Fifteen Cents.

Words Are Nets Through Which All Truth Escapes.

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.

I Don't Know What Makes A Writer's Voice. It's Dozens Of Things. There Are People Who Write Who Don't Have It. They're Tone-deaf, Even Though They're Very Fluent. It's An Ability, Like Anything Else, Being A Doctor Or A Veterinarian, Or A Musician.