Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

Most All Of The Writers I Admired When I Was In My Teens And Twenties Died Young. Fitzgerald Lived The Longest. He Was 44. Dylan Thomas Was 39. And Then Once You're Approaching 40, You Suddenly Think, "well, Maybe I Would Like To Live Longer Than Fitzgerald Or Thomas."

I Don't Think I've Left A Trail Of Weeping Women In My Wake. I Mean, The Number Of Serious Relationships I've Had Has Not Been Into Double Digits.

I Don't Want To Have My Life Fall Apart For My Work.

Bottles Of Wine Aren't Like Paintings. At Some Point You Have To Consume Them. The Object In Life Is To Die With No Bottles Of Wine In Your Cellar. To Drink Your Last Bottle Of Wine And Go To Sleep That Night And Not Wake Up.