All My Friends Are Artists, So I

I Believed In Immaculate Conception And Spontaneous Combustion. I Believed In Aliens From Outer Space And Vampires, Prophecy, And The Resurrection Of The Dead. I Had Deja Vu Many Times Each Day. I Was Thirteen.

I Write A Lot By Sound. One Sound Leads Me To Another. These Sounds Aren't Random; They Have Their Own Logic.

All My Friends Are Artists, So I Am Used To Collective Agony As A Mode.

Just Being In A Room With Myself Is Almost More Stimulation Than I Can Bear.

Writing Is Like Hunting. There Are Brutally Cold Afternoons With Nothing In Sight, Only The Wind And Your Breaking Heart. Then The Moment When You Bag Something Big. The Entire Process Is Beyond Intoxicating.