I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.

What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-by, or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't, you feel even worse.

This fall I think you're riding for - it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with.

It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.

If you're not in
the mood, you can't do that stuff right.

I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.