Memory Narrativises Itself.

The Hopeless Hope Is One Of The Early Harbingers Of Spring, Bespeaking An Innocent Belief That The World Might Right Its Wrongs And Reverse Its Curses Simply Because The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf.

I Cannot Stand That Whole Game Of Confession, That Is: Here I Have Sinned, Now I'm Confessing My Sins, And Describing My Path Of Sin And Then In The Act Of Confession I Beg For Your Forgiveness And Redemption.

It's Not That War Crimes Stop As Soon As A Novel About Them Is Published. Literature Operates Slowly, It Is Always Inching Toward Bliss, Never Quite Getting There.

I Think It's Interesting, From A Creative Point Of View, To Have Witnessed The Loss Of Consciousness On A National Level And On A Cultural Level - Bush Had 91 Percent Support In The Polls After 9/11. We Wanted To Kick Some Ass!

Language Is So Inherent To Humanity, So Necessary For Even Basic Thinking, That Stories And Poetry Are Available To Anyone Who Can Process Language.