I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.


Paris Review (#127, Summer 1993)


I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.

I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.

I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.

I write so slowly that I could write in my own blood without hurting myself.