Life Is Difficult Enough Without Meryl Streep

Aprils Have Never Meant Much To Me, Autumns Seem That Season Of Beginning, Spring.

I Used To Spend All Of My Time Projecting. I Was Never In The Moment. It Was Always Tomorrow Or Next Week Or Two Months From Now. That Was One Of The Reasons I Always Had This Sense Of Anxiety.

I'm Scarcely An Enfant!

Home Is Where You Feel At Home. I'm Still Looking.

I Don't Use A Typewriter, I Write Longhand, With A Pencil. Essentially I'm A Horizontal Writer. I Think Better When I'm Lying Down.