If you look at my last songs and first short stories, there is a real connection between them.
Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.
American writers ought to stand and live in the margins, and be more dangerous.