Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow,

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

I Like To Blur The Line Between Fact And Fiction, But Not To Condescend To The Reader By Enmeshing Her/him Into Some Sort Of A Postmodern Coop.

Anything That Might Come Under Arts Should Not Be Subject To The Whims Of The Idiotic Market Because The Market's Stupid, And It Gravitates Toward Simplicity - Towards Essentializing Things So They Can Be Sold.

There Are Many Things I Think About That Never Get To The Point Of Becoming Serious. In Other Words, I Try To Talk Myself Out Of Writing, Sometimes For Many Years, And When I Run Out Of Arguments, I Write.

I Suppose I'm Interested In Sorrow, Which Is Very Different From Depression Or Despair. Sorrow Is Continuous With The World; It Allows For Creativity.