Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am

When I Started As A Writer, I Knew Nothing About Publishing-nothing About Anything!

When I Am Fascinated By Something, I Like To Play With It.

I Held Out My Book. It Was Precious To Me, As Were All The Things I'd Written; Even Where I Despised Their Inadequacy There Was Not One I Would Disown. Each Tore Its Way From My Entrails. Each Had Shortened My Life, Killed Me With Its Own Special Little Death.

The So-called Real World. Human Misery And Sadness. Blind Politics And General Cruelty.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.