The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery

I Thought I Was Writing For A Fairly Hip, Intelligent Crowd; I Just Thought There Were More Of Them Out There. But They're Not. They're Not Out There Waiting. They're Not Gonna Use Their Intelligence On Your Book.

What A Bog And Labyrinth The Human Essence Is... We Are All Overbrained And Overemotioned.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

The First Two Drinks Were Always Wonderfully Liberating. You Think Better. You're Braver, And You'll Say Anything. If You Could Just Hang In There With Two Or Three, It'd Be Beautiful. The Trouble Was I Couldn't.

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