I lead a very conventional life.
There must be times when everybody writes when they feel they're evading writing.
I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?
There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could.
We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images.
I never had much interest in being a child. As a way of being it seemed flat, failed to engage.