I Am A Cigarette With A Body

There Was A Time When I Thought I Loved My First Wife More Than Life Itself. But Now I Hate Her Guts. I Do. How Do You Explain That? What Happened To That Love? What Happened To It, Is What I'd Like To Know. I Wish Someone Could Tell Me.

The Fiction Im Most Interested In Has Lines Of Reference To The Real World.

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.

Remember Haydn's 104 Symphonies. Not All Of Them Were Great. But There Were 104 Of Them.

I've Done As Many As 20 Or 30 Drafts Of A Story. Never Less Than 10 Or 12 Drafts.