The Photograph Of My Brother That Is

I Love Planting. I Love Digging Holes, Putting Plants In, Tapping Them In. And I Love Weeding, But I Don't Like Tidying Up The Garden Afterwards.

One Doesn't Have To Pursue Unhappiness. It Comes To You. You Come Into The World Screaming. You Cry When You're Born Because Your Lungs Expand. You Breathe. I Think That's Really Kind Of Significant. You Come Into The World Crying, And It's A Sign That You're Alive.

I Can't Get Upset About 'offensive To Women' Or 'offensive To Blacks' Or 'offensive To Native Americans' Or 'offensive To Jews' ... Offend! I Can't Get Worked Up About It. Offend!

If You Just Sit There, And You're A Writer, You're Bound To Write Crap. A Lot Of American Writing Is Crap. And A Lot Of American Writers Are Professionals.

A Psychiatrist Once Asked Me To Draw A Picture Of My Family. This Is When I Was A Member Of A Family Of Four. I Drew The Three Other People In The Family First, Bodies And Heads. And Then, Last, I Began To Draw Myself - But Gave Up.