I Write A Lot In My Head.

I Can Write Anywhere. I Actually Wrote More Than I Ever Did When I Had Small Children. My Children Were Never A Hindrance.

I Would Be Lost Without The Feeling Of Antagonism That People Have Towards Me. I Write Out Of Defiance.

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other. And The Important Thing Isn't Whether I'm Angry. The More Important Thing Is, Is It True? Do These Things Really Happen?

I Swim In A Shaft Of Light, Upside Down, And I Can See Myself Clearly, Through And Through, From Every Angle. Perhaps I Stand On The Brink Of A Great Discovery.

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.