I love people. Everybody. I love them,
I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection.
Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation
is raw material for me.
My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either.
I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore,
and then come back to write about my thoughts,
my emotions, as that person.
But I am not omniscient.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have.
And you cannot regard your own life
with objective curiosity all the time...
I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection.
Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation
is raw material for me.
My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either.
I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore,
and then come back to write about my thoughts,
my emotions, as that person.
But I am not omniscient.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have.
And you cannot regard your own life
with objective curiosity all the time...
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