Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb

Life Doesn't Have Plots And Subplots And Denouements. It's Just A Big Collection Of Loose Ends And Dangling Threads That Never Get Explained.

Talking To Oneself, I Have Often Thought, Is The Best Way To Be Sure Of Intelligent And Witty Conversation.

I Should Say I Am Far More Cleverer Than Any Of The People Who Put Me Here. As A Matter Of Fact, I Could Leave Any Time I Wanted. It's Only A Doll House After All. Anyway, I Don't Mind. I Like Dolls. Particularly The Live Ones.

It's Quite Possible We May Actually Be Looking At Some Kind Of Super-sanity Here. A Brilliant New Modification Of Human Perception, More Suited To Urban Life At The End Of The Twentieth Century...he Creates Himself Each Day. He Sees Himself As The Lord Of Misrule And The World As A Theatre Of The Absurd.

I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words. I Use Everything. Turning Life Into Stories Is How I Make Sense Of My Experience.