I Often Felt Myself To Be An

I Didn’t Realize That One Tragedy Can Beget Another, And Another — Bright-eyed Disasters Flooding Out Of A Death Hole Like Bats Out Of A Cave.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

I Have Friends Who Are Capable Of Writing A Very Rough Draft And Then Going Back And Embroidering - They're Sort Of The Cathedral Builders Of Fiction. I Never Really Know What I'm Doing, And All My Pleasure's On The Level Of The Line. It's A Weird Way To Move Forward. It's Kind Of Like A Way To Caterpillar Your Way Through These Great Woods. The Best Ones, Whatever I Feel Like I'm Writing About, Some Other Secret Thing Will Begin To Come Into Focus.

I Do Think There's Something When You Have An Unbroken Day, And It Feels Like You And Your Attention Can Just Be Together Like Birds Again And You Can Actually Think And Dream A Little.

My Backyard Was Replete With Madness, It Just Grew Indigenously In South Florida.