From the journals of Thomas Fuller

I'd once hoped to become famous but by now I know I wouldn't know what to do with fame, I'd ruin it somehow. Just thinking about fame now, the reality of it--that someone I don't know knows me--sends me limping to the sidelines. For what if I really was what other people think I am? 

I'm no longer sure, either, that everything I am comes from having had a mother and a father. I'm at a point in my life where I've progressed far beyond that, though I do have a certain fondness for the little boy and little girl who sometimes pop up out nowhere and surprise me by saying, "I remember you, you were such a beautiful child."

A writer is someone who can keep a narrative going by using its white space, as everything written is meant to be left behind.

A poet however is a writer who puts all his eggs into one or two poems. He specializes in making the impractical ideal, or if not ideal, then at least useful in an impractical kind of way. Very few poets can actually do anything; by anything, I mean hang a door or build a fence or hammer a nail properly. There are exceptions--George Oppen and Robinson Jeffers come to mind, and that lazy Swiss poet who got by doing odd jobs and whose name I've forgotten but whose little poems are so thrilling--but most poets of my acquaintance can't even change a tire.

Some friends have taken to calling me, 'Monsieur Ambivalence' after the book I'd written of the same name. As they've presumably read the book, and claim to be my friend, this puzzles me: do they really not know I wrote the book under a pseudonym?

A love of watery images discloses my unclarity.