Consensual Reality Is Both Fragile And Elastic,

When The Civil Rights Battle Was Won, All The Jews And Hippies And Artists Were Middle Class White People And All The Blacks Were Still Poor. Materially, Not Much Changed.

I'm A Firm Believer That There Are No Rules In Art. Every Trajectory Is Different.

The Key To Mostly Anything Is Pretending Your First Time Isn't.

I Just Noticed Recently That In One Book After Another I Seem To Find An Excuse To Find Some Character Who, To Put It Idiotically Simply, Is Allowed To Talk Crazy.

I Don't Write About Anything I Don't Love Even If That Love Sometimes Gets All Screwed Up And Tormented.