I distrust thought. The interior life is highly overrated. I don't like the wispy and the vague... or inductive logic in any kind of writing. I'm impatient with writers who make too much sense. The better things that I've done have come to me by instinct.
“To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.”