How Some Of The Writers I Come

We're Comic. We're All Comics. We Live In A Comic Time. And The Worse It Gets The More Comic We Are.

What's Any Artist, But The Dregs Of His Work? The Human Shambles That Follows It Around. What's Left Of The Man When The Work's Done But A Shambles Of Apology.

That's What I Can't Stand. I Know I'll Bounce Back, And That's What I Can't Stand.

If It Is Not Beautiful For Someone, It Does Not Exist.

That Was Youth With Its Reckless Exuberance When All Things Were Possible Pursued By Age Where We Are Now, Looking Back At What We Destroyed, What We Tore Away From That Self Who Could Do More, And Its Work That's Become My Enemy Because That's What I Can Tell You About, That Youth Who Could Do Anything.