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Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.
It's just a matter of writing the kind of book I enjoy reading. Something better be happening at the beginning, and then on every page after, or I get irritated.
I write about everything, but I just - how faith filters through all that and colors your opinion of other people and life and all that.
I am not a prisoner of my sexuality like men younger than myself although I write about being a prisoner.
The things I write about are the things that I am passionate about, interested in, and fighting for in my life.
A life spent largely among books, and in the exercise of a literary profession, has very obvious drawbacks, as a subject-matter, when one comes to write about it.
I write a lot about my experiences and the people I meet. I've got a lot of material. But a book about me? It seems sort of odd.
At least I'm at peace with myself. I have done my best to write a book about what really happened there and why it happened and it's done, it's published. I won't write another book on Vietnam.
I'm not angry; I write about angry characters. When I'm doing that, I'm happy. Just like when I'm writing about Mickey Sabbath being lustful, I'm not feeling lustful; I'm happy.
