I Don't Have Any Spiritual Strategy.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

Garages, Barns And Attics Are Always Older Than The Buildings To Which They Are Attached.

I Read With Some Amusement My Reputation As A Ladies' Man. My Friends Are Amused By That, Too, Because They Know My Life.

There's Always A Nice Tune [on Radio] - Helps You Get The Dishes Done . I Like To Get The News From Time To Time - Not Too Often. I Don't Feel Deprived.

I Speak Of A Clinical Depression That Is The Background Of Your Entire Life, A Background Of Anguish And Anxiety, A Sense That Nothing Goes Well, That Pleasure Is Unavailable And All Your Strategies Collapse.