Our Love Is Our Burden.

But There It Is: Everyone Is Alone, For Life, And Maybe That's Not Such A Bad Thing.

I Have Faith In Human Beings. I Struggle With That Faith.

One Of The Reasons I Write In Different Genres Is That I Get To Have The Feeling - Even Fleetingly - That I'm Not Just Writing Like Baggott Again. I Can Escape Myself.

My Oldest Sister Was An Actress Living In Nyc By The Time I Was Ten, And Desperately Wanted To Be The One In Charge Of The Words.

First, You Hand Over Some Basics-overwhelming Joy, Existential Angst, A Giving-in To Desire, Etc. And Then You Promise To Withstand Talking Idly About The Weather, To Encourage Cliché, To Uphold The Virtues Of Average. You Hand Over The Need To Be Understood And, In Return, You Get A Bar Of Normal Soap. And You Can Wash In It And Be Daily Reborn To A Safe World Of Modest, Enduring Love Or, At Least, Mild, Well-mannered Bonding.