Oh sorry, I was taking life seriously.
With kids, they force you to get out of bed. They force you to smile. They remind you of spontaneity.
Once I became historically aware, I realized there are these formative moments of history tied around tragedy and disaster and sacrifice, that led people to survive and take stock and move on with some kind of notion of betterment.
Whenever I went to an historical moment that was sad or where something terrible happened, it was, for me, a learning moment, a teaching moment for those who survived.
I usually feel something before I know it.
People were always hungry, bullied, afraid, paranoid - so I just thought I'd show that in the novel in a kind of suffocating way.
There's an imperative to make sure you distinguish fiction from the fact, because if the fact is doing the work, why did you do fiction? And once you raise the question of why - why do fiction? - then you have to answer it in your text as a kind of enactment of the answer.
A being whose awareness is totally free, who does not cling to anything, is liberated.
You always dream about being on a baseball card. It's kind of funny when you finally see it.
Once in his lifetime every artist feels the hand of God and creates something that comes alive.
Seeing you sleeping peacefully on your back among your stuffed ducks, bears and basset hounds, would remind me that no matter how good the next day might be, certain moments were gone forever because we could not go backwards in time.