We Surrounded Ourselves With Smoke And Loud

He Took Pains To Avoid Self-depreciation, Self-mockery, Ambiguity, Irony, Subtlety, Vulnerability, A Civilized World-weariness And A Tragic Sense Of History--the Very Things, He Says, That Are Most Natural To Him.

It Is Interesting ... How Weapons Reflect The Soul Of The Maker.

One Of My Earliest Memories As A Reader - I Don't Know How Old I Was, Quite Young - Was A Poem Of His, Called "fog," And I Remember The First Verse, "the Fog Comes / On Little Cat Feet".

Clouds Are No Deterrent. Clouds Intensify The Drama, Trap And Shape The Light.

I Would Never Write In Response To What I Believe The Public Wanted Or Needed.