There is a certain aesthetic pleasure in trying to imagine the unimaginable and failing, if you are a reader.

Lists are a form of power.

Creative Writing was not a form of psychotherapy, in ways both sublime and ridiculuous, it clearly was, precisely that.

Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.

Harm can come about without will or action. But will and action can avert harm.

Well, I would hardly say I do write as yet. But I write because I like words. I suppose if I liked stone I might carve. I like words. I like reading. I notice particular words. That sets me off.

In our world of sleek flesh and collagen, botox and liposuction, what we most fear is the dissolution of the body-mind, the death of the brain.