Grief Is In Two Parts. The First

Many Writers Do Write About Their Families And Their Immediate Loved Ones And Love Experiences, Either As Children Or As Adults. And Very Often People Get Offended By It.

People Always Think Their World Is Coming To An End If They're Exposed, And Of Course It Isn't Coming To An End; It Goes Right On Exactly The Way It Always Was.

Everybody Is Bound By Some Social Rules. But I Think That Artists Need Some Kind Of Freedom To Explore Their Minds And That Some Of Them Tend To Take That Freedom To Live A Little More Openly Or A Little More Dangerously, Sometimes A Lot More Self-destructively, Than Other People.

I Think That Certainly The Artists Of The '40s, '50s And '60s Were Fighting A Very Conformist Society, Which Didn't Give Them Enough Space To Live Or Create, And They Were Bucking All Kinds Of Spoken And Unspoken Rules.

People Always Tell Me Either A. You Love Him. B. You Hate Him. My Usual Answer? C. All Of The Above.