You are thirst and thirst is all I know

If you can quit for a day, you can quit for a lifetime.

I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.

Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?

I think writing books is a way for me to work out certain issues. I write about what matters to me, always.

Words were different when they lived inside of you.