You put a character out there and you're in their power. You're in trouble if they're in yours.

I think I write about things that are mysterious to me.

It's not about having things figured out, or about communicating with other people, trying to make them understand what you understand. It's about a chicken dinner at a drive-in. A soft pillow. Things that don't need explaining.

Whatever one intends, the work takes on a life of its own.

People forget years and remember moments.

Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't help but consider irony.

What will happen can't be stopped. Aim for Grace.