I'm So Used To Being Misunderstood.

I'm Trying To Earn A Living In The Way That Is Most Enjoyable To Me. I Love The World Of Literature, And I Hope To Support Myself In It.

All Of These Declarations Of What Writing Ought To Be, Which I Had Myself-though, Thank God I Had Never Committed Them To Paper-i Think Are Nonsense. You Write What You Write, And Then Either It Holds Up Or It Doesn't Hold Up. There Are No Rules Or Particular Sensibilities. I Don't Believe In That At All Anymore.

A Tourist Is An Ugly Human Being.

I Come From A Little Island With The Caribbean Sea On One Side And The Atlantic Ocean On The Other. I Come From, Really, Nowhere, And For Me, The Fiction And The Nonfiction, Creative Or Otherwise, All Come From The Same Place.

The Past Is A Room Full Of Baggage And Rubbish And Sometimes Things That Are Of Use, But If They Are Of Real Use, I Have Kept Them.