He Might Die For Her, But Living

I Stand On The Corner, Pretending I Am A Tree.

The Object Is Very Clear In The Fight Against Racism; You Have Reasons Why You're Opposed To It. But When You're Writing A Novel, You Don't Want The Reader To Come Out Of It Voting Yes Or No To Some Question. Life Is More Complicated Than That.

Life's Not Fair; Why Should I Be?

Good Writing Takes Place At Intersections, At What You Might Call Knots, At Places Where The Society Is Snarled Or Knotted Up.

Screw Poetry, It’s You I Want, Your Taste, Rain On You, Mouth On Your Skin.