How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?
Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!
I feel like a lot of time my writing is like having about twenty boxes of Christmas decorations. But no tree. You're going, Where do I put this? Then they go, Okay, you can have a tree, but we'll blindfold you and you gotta cut it down with a spoon.
I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.
The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.
I have so many different projects, I hear voices in my head - the characters talking all at once - and I have to write to make them stop.
If I get even five per cent of my ideas out and documented before I die, I'll be lucky. I'm not in danger of running out of riffs or ideas anytime soon. They overwhelm me and it's hard to find time to deal with them.
I can't sum up my books. They're all rather complicated. Sometimes I think they're too complicated. But that's the way I am. When I start to write a book, my head gets full of all kinds of detail.
I have an ideas book at home with far more ideas than I will ever be able to write.
