Being Among My People Is A Delight.

Freud Believed That Our Dreams Sometimes Recapitulate A Speech, A Comment We've Heard Or Something That We've Read. I Always Had Compositions In My Dreams. They Would Be A Joke, A Piece Of A Novel, A Witticism Or A Piece Of Dialogue From A Play, And I Would Dream Them. I Would Actually Express Them Line By Line In The Dream. Sometimes After Waking Up I Would Remember A Snatch Or Two And Write Them Down. There's Something In Me That Just Wants To Create Dialogue.

It's Only Words... Unless They're True.

People Ask Me, 'what Do You Do?' And I Tell Them I'm A Writer, But Always With The Silent Reservation, 'i Am, Of Course, Not Really A Writer. Hemingway Was A Writer.'

I'm Afraid Of Only Two Things: Being Lazy And Being Cowardly.

Art Is About The Spontaneous Connection Of The Artist To His Own Unconscious - About Insight Beyond Reason. If His Insight Were Reasonable, Anyone Could Do It, But Anyone Cannot. Only Few Can, And They Are Called.