However They May Have Felt When They

I Think In A Way The Great Irony Or Paradox About America Is That It Makes It So Hard For The Sensitive Person, The Artist, The Impressionable Person, The Person Whose Raison D'etre Is To Incarnate The Creative Will, Rather Than To Just Make Money, And Yet That Extreme Difficulty That The Culture Poses For Us Has Created Some Of The Best Artists In The Last Hundred Years.

My Writing Is Inspired By Just About Everything, Yet I Am Unaware Of So Much Of The Process.

I Do Believe This: That What We Call Love Is Always Available To Us. And Of Course I'm Not Just Talking About Passion. I'm Talking About Love Where You Just Can't Conceive That Your Life Isn't Perfect, That You Can't Conceive Of Wanting Anything.

I've Always Felt Alienated. I Realized That I've Been Terrified My Entire Life. So I Can Identify That Fear Which Drives So Many Of The People That I Write About.

I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In Evil As Some Separate, Distinct Power Within Itself. I Guess I'm Just Not A Southern Baptist Or A Fundamentalist. I Just Don't Seem To Be Capable Of Believing In It Myself, Somehow. I Don't . . . I Can't Conceive From My Experience How This Force Of Evil Can Exist Without The Force Of Love Being Right There.