Desire Is Never Final, Desire Is Imprecise

But Surely To Tell These Tall Tales And Others Like Them Would Be To Spread The Myth, The Wicked Lie, That The Past Is Always Tense And The Future, Perfect.

Art Is The Western Myth, With Which We Both Console Ourselves And Make Ourselves.

When The Male Organ Of A Man Stands Erect, Two Thirds Of His Intelect Go Away. And One Third Of His Religion.

I Wouldn't Write About People Who Are Living And Who Are Close To Me, Because I Think It's A Very Violent Thing To Do To Another Person. And Anytime I Have Done It, Even In The Disguise Of Fiction, The Results Have Been Horrific.

The Idea That Motherhood Is Inherently Somehow A Threat To Creativity Is Just Absurd.