In Various And Different Circumstances Certain Objects

I'm A Candle Flame That Sways In Currents Of Air You Can't See. You Need To Be The One Who Steadies Me To Burn.

Exile As A Mode Of Genius No Longer Exists; In Place Of Joyce We Have The Fragments Of Work Appearing In Index On Censorship.

It's Absolutely Fatal To Your Writing To Think About How Your Work Will Be Received. It's A Betrayal Of Whatever Talent You Have.

What Is The Purpose Of Writing? For Me Personally, It Is Really To Explain The Mystery Of Life, And The Mystery Of Life Includes, Of Course, The Personal, The Political, The Forces That Make Us What We Are While There's Another Force From Inside Battling To Make Us Something Else.

Writers Themselves Don't Analyze What They Do; To Analyze Would Be To Look Down While Crossing A Canyon On A Tightrope.