My Skin Was The Border Between The

Rilke Said That Art Can Come Only Out Of Inner Necessity. I Write Because I Must. Or Because I Cannot Not Write.

I Wanted Us To Share The Sense That The Number Of Wrong Moves Far Exceeds The Number Of Good Moves, To Share The Frightening Instability Of The Correct Decision, To Bond In Being Confounded.

I Don't Believe In Inspiration. I Write When I Can't Avoid Writing Anymore.

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.

I'm A Dilettante By Temperament. I Don't Have Any Expectation.