The Question To Ask About The Writer

He Is Not Simply Looking Into The Mirror Because He Is Transfixed By What He Sees. Rather, The Artist’s Success Depends As Much As Anything On His Powers Of Detachment, On De-narcissizing Himself… Freud… Studied His Own Dreams Not Because He Was A “narcissist,” But Because He Was A Student Of Dreams. And Whose Were At Once The Least And Most Accessible Of Dreams, If Not His Own?

I Haven't Written A Word Of Fiction Since 2009. I Have No Desire To Write Fiction. I Did What I Did And It's Done. There's More To Life Than Writing And Publishing Fiction. There Is Another Way Entirely, Amazed As I Am To Discover It At This Late Date.

In My Childhood I Led The Life Of A Sage, When I Grew Up I Started Climbing Trees

How Can One Say, 'no, This Isn't A Part Of Life,' Since It Always Is? The Contaminant Of Sex, The Redeeming Corruption That De-idealizes The Species And Keeps Us Everlastingly Mindful Of The Matter We Are.

Being In The Dark From Sentence To Sentence Is What Convinces Me To Go On.