Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.

If you go too far in fantasy and break the string of logic, and become nonsensical, someone will surely remind you of your dereliction....Pound for pound, fantasy makes a tougher opponent for the creative person.

Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.

I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.