I love you more than my own skin.
There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley and the...
I tried to drown my sorrows but the bastards learned how to swim and now I...
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone because I am the person I...
The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.
