I Wouldn't Want To Try To Adapt

When You Become A Parent, Or A Teacher, You Turn Into A Manager Of This Whole System. You Become The Person Controlling The Bubble Of Innocence Around A Child, Regulating It.

Maybe All Of Us At Hailsam Had Little Secrets Like That -- Little Private Nooks Created Out Of Thin Air Where We Could Go Off Alone Without Fears And Longing.

If You Look At My Last Songs And First Short Stories, There Is A Real Connection Between Them.

Memory, I Realize, Can Be An Unreliable Thing; Often It Is Heavily Coloured By The Circumstances In Which One Remembers.

I Like The Fact That By Mimicking The Way Memory Works, A Writer Can Actually Write In A Fluid Way - One Solid Scene Doesn't Have To Fall On Another Solid Scene, You Can Just Have A Fragment That Then Dovetails Into Another One That Took Place 30 Years Apart From It.