I Thought Of Myself As

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.

I Guess I Can Picture Things Once They're Done - I Just Can't Picture Actually Doing Them.

I Can Tell From About 20 Yards Away When Someone Has A Manuscript For Me. I Can Just Tell - They Have That Look.

It's In Great Joy That We Grasp Truth.

I Think As I Have Gotten Older, My Feelings About My Role In The Culture As A Writer, And Me Specifically, Has Changed, And Has Become More Degraded And Marginalized. This May Be A More Personal And Psychological Than A Sociological Insight, But I Feel More Vulnerable.