Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On

When I Lived In New York, Not Only Did I Have Safety Locks On The Door But I Had The Music Going, Keeping The City At A Distance, Trying To Find Creative Time And Peace And So Forth.

Falling In Place Was Meant To Be Very Much Rooted In A Place And Time, And Music Was A Part Of That.

The Admiration Of Another Writer’s Work Is Almost In Inverse Proportion To Similarities In Style.

Any Life Will Seem Dramatic If You Omit Mention Of Most Of It.

I Think That I'm Serious, But I Don't Think That I'm Inordinately Bleak.