dones y castigos

My life -as an artist, at least- can be charted as precisely as a fever: the highs and lows, the very definite cycles.
I started writing when I was eight, -out of the blue, uninspired by any example. I'd never known anyone who wrote; indeed, I knew few people who read. But the fact was, the only four things that interested me were: reading books, going to the movies, tap dancing, and drawing pictures. Then one day I satarted writing, not knowing that I had chainded myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation.

Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons

Bill Callahan - Jim Cain