We Dreamt Of Light, But Hoped For

When I Look At My Old Pictures, All I Can See Is What I Used To Be But Am No Longer. I Think: What I Can See Is What I Am Not.

The Mind Is Complicated And You Can't Trace The Roots Of Its Processes, But There Is Something About Mathematical And Algorithmic Patterns That I Like To Recognize In Things.

New York Is The Hollywood Of The Publishing Industry, Complete With Stars, Starlets, Suicidal Publishers/producers, Intrigues, And A Lot Of Money.

I Much Preferred Winning To Thinking And I Didn't Like Losing At All.

Whatever Solidarity I Have Established With Other Writers Individually, It Is Usually Organized Around Books. We Connected As Readers, As It Were, Not Writers.