And what is 'art'? - a firestorm rushing through Time, arising from no visible source and conforming to no principles of logic or causality.

My self is all to me. I don't have any need of you.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.

My parents inspired me by their example. They both grew up in the Depression, and both of them had to quit school when they were quite young to work, because there actually was no choice. So they've always impressed me with their resilience, their good spirits, their courage. I just remember them carrying on and just doing their lives. They really made a strong impression on me.

In a sense, I may not consciously know what I'm doing. I feel that I'm telling a story. I'm a kind of medium by which something is transmitted.

I had forgotten that time wasn't fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.

Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.