It's not that you aren't likable. On the contrary. You are. It's just that one wonders if you haven't made a career out of being so likable.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.

Chance was to work in the garden, where he would care for plants and grasses and trees which grew there peacefully. He would be as one on them: quiet, open hearted in the sunshine and heavy when it rained.

A novelist has a specific poetic license which also applies to his own life.

I don't fret over lost time - I can always use the situations in a novel.

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.