Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.

I'm widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I'm not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.

Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'" "But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that.

I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.

Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.