If You Look At My Last Songs

I Cannot Start A Story Or Chapter Without Knowing How It Ends. ... Of Course, It Rarely Ends That Way.

I Felt Slightly Superior To Student Politics, For Instance. I Had No Reason To Think This, But I Thought Of Myself As Slightly More Seasoned. I Became Quite Cynical Talking To My Student Friends.

What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of That Beauty, Its Sense Of Restraint.

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.

I Was Very Young When I Prepared Those Prints. I Suspect The Reason I Couldn't Celebrate The Floating World Was That I Couldn't Bring Myself To Believe In Its Worth. Young Men Are Often Guilt-ridden About Pleasure, And I Suppose I Was No Different. I Suppose I Thought That To Pass Away One's Time In Such Places, To Spend One's Skills Celebrating Things So Intangible And Transient, I Suppose I Thought It All Rather Wasteful, All Rather Decadent. It's Hard To Appreciate The Beauty Of A World When One Doubts Its Very Validity