Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

I Don't Write Under The Ghost Of Faulkner. I Live In The Same Town And Find His Life And Work Inspiring, But That's It. I Have A Motorcycle And Tool Along The Country Lanes. I Travel At My Own Speed.

I Do Believe That As You Write More And Age, The Arrogance And Most Of The Vanity Goes. Or It Is A Vanity Met With Vast Gratitude, That You Were Hit By Something As You Stood In The Way Of It, That Anybody Is Listening.

Voice Comes To You Through A Spell, A Trance. The Best Voices Are Not You... They're A Little Away From You.

I Grew Up When People Seemed Actually To Be Hurting Themselves For Their Art. Of Course, Some Of It Was Phony.

Children Will Listen To Anything Elders Say To Survive, And If You Grew Up Without An Elder Telling You There Was A God, What Did Your Parents Say To You?