I Don't Paint Anymore. I Haven't Since

As I Get Older I Find That The Friendships That Are The Most Certain, Ultimately, Are The Ones Where You And The Other Person Have Made Substantial Amounts Of Money For One Another.

Nature, Or At Least Birds And Women, Abhorred The Invisible Man.

The Book Is Openly A Kind Of Spiritual Autobiography, But The Trick Is That On Any Other Level It's A Kind Of Insane Collage Of Fragments Of Memory.

My Inner Chemistry Had Been Hijacked By A Mad Scientist, Who Poured The Fizzy, Volatile Contents Of My Heart From A Test Tube Marked Sober Reality Into Another Labeled Sunny Delusion, And Back Again, Faster And Faster, Until The Floor Of My Life Was Slick With Spillage.

What's Lucky About My Career In General Is That I Stumbled Into What Every Writer Most Wants. Not Repeating Myself And Doing Strange Things Has Become My Trademark.