What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.

Voice comes to you through a spell, a trance. The best voices are not you... they're a little away from you.

My best stories come out of nowhere, with no concern for form at all.

I hate to be fatalistic about it, but alcoholism, it's just in your genes. We had some of it in my family, and it just got me.

You've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself.

What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.

Randomness I love. And I still love just a holler right in the middle of an ongoing narrative. Pain or joy, ecstasy.