It Is When You Are Angry That

All Of Us Grow Up In Particular Realities - A Home, Family, A Clan, A Small Town, A Neighborhood. Depending Upon How We're Brought Up, We Are Either Deeply Aware Of The Particular Reading Of Reality Into Which We Are Born, Or We Are Peripherally Aware Of It.

I've Begun To Realize That You Can Listen To Silence And Learn From It. It Has A Quality And A Dimension All Its Own.

I'm Constantly Revising. Once The Book Is Written And Typed, I Go Through The Entire Draft Again.

I Do Not Know What Evil Is When It Comes To Art. I Only Know What Is Good Art And What Is Bad Art.

A Writer Is A Strange Instrument Of Our Species, A Harp Of Sorts, Fine-tuned To The Dark Contradictions Of Life.