Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.

When I began to be published, people got the idea that I should 'teach writing,' which I have no idea how to do and don't really believe in.

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

What would it be like to live in a library of melted books. With sentences streaming over the floor and all the punctuation settled to the bottom as a residue. It would be confusing. Unforgivable. A great adventure.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.