My Main Memories Of My Father Are

You Can Never Fully Put Your Finger On The Reason Why You're Suddenly, Inexplicably Compelled To Explore One Life As Opposed To Another.

I Suppose That Anyone Who Does Any Kind Of Creative Work Some Time In Their Life - Especially As You Grow Into Middle Age! - You Come To A Time Where You Really Question More And More Frequently, Whether You Have Anything Else To Offer. And At Its Worst, You Feel Utterly Bereft Of Whatever Creative Force It Takes To Do That Work.

I'd Always Felt Very Strongly In The Power Of Vocation.

I'm Not Really A Storyteller Myself - I Tend To Get All Tangled Up When I Try And Tell Stories.

A Lot Of Guys In Jail Tattoo Their Hands.