The Higher The Artist, The Fewer The

I Held You In The Square And Felt The Evening Re-order Itself Around Your Smile.

To Anyone Who Is Homeless, I Say, Find A Home.

To See The Madness And Yet Walk A Perfect Silver Line. ... That's What The True Story-teller Should Be: A Great Guide, A Clear Mind, Who Can Walk A Silver Line In Hell Or Madness.

One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father Gave Me - Unintentionally - Was Witnessing The Courage With Which He Bore Adversity. We Had A Bit Of A Rollercoaster Life With Some Really Challenging Financial Periods. He Was Always Unshaken, Completely Tranquil, The Same Ebullient, Laughing, Jovial Man.

I Was Born Left-handed, But I Was Made To Use My Other Hand. When I Was Writing 'famished Road,' Which Was Very Long, I Got Repetitive Stress Syndrome. My Right Wrist Collapsed, So I Started Using My Left Hand. The Prose I Wrote With My Left Hand Came Out Denser, So Later On I Had To Change It.