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

I don't know that we really think any thoughts; we think connections between thoughts. That's where the mind moves, that's what's new, and the thoughts themselves have probably been there in my head or lots of other people's heads for a long time.

No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you've made something, it'll - the world will be different.

Meanwhile music pounded / across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being / a self in a song.

Novels institutionalize the ruse of eros. It becomes a narrative texture of sustained incongruence, emotional and cognitive. It permits the reader to stand in triangular relation to the characters in the story and reach into the text after the objects of their desire, sharing their longing but also detached from it, seeing their view of reality but also its mistakenness. It is almost like being in love.