Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
I'm shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I've done everything I can to avoid it.
In order to have great happiness you have to have great pain and unhappiness - otherwise how would you know when you're happy?