Novels written with film contracts in mind have a faint but unmistakable, and ruinous, odor.

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

It's a little silly to finally learn how to write at this age. But I long ago realized I was secretly sincere.

I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.