There is something about the way that Greek poets, say Aeschylus, use metaphor that really attracts me. I don't think I can imitate it, but there's a density to it that I think I'm always trying to push towards in English.

Maybe I could have been good as a drawer if I had done it as much as I did writing, but it's more scary to draw. It's more revealing. You can't disguise yourself in drawing.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don't gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

There is no person without a world.