Something That Is Yours Forever Is Never

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

But Today We Become Aware Of Other Readings Of The Human Experience Very Quickly Because Of The Media And The Speed With Which People Travel The Planet.

Art Is Whether Or Not There Is A Scream In Him Wanting To Get Out In A Special Way.

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

If I Had A Plot That Was All Set In Advance, Why Would I Want Go Through The Agony Of Writing The Novel? A Novel Is A Kind Of Exploration And Discovery, For Me At Any Rate.