Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

I write articles, and I do profiles of members of organizations and associations.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

I think a good novel can be a doorstop to despair. I also think the real bravery comes with those who prepared to go through that door and look at the world in all its grime and torment, and still find something of value, no matter how small.

The war was about vanity, he said. It was about old men who couldn't look in the mirror anymore and so they sent the young out to die. Was was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple--hate your enemy, know nothing of him.