He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.

Life must pass through difficulty in order to achieve any modicum of beauty.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The job of the writer is to look at where he is now and make some sort of emotional sense of it, not only for that moment but for years to come.

The tunnels of our lives connect, coming to daylight at the oddest moments, and then plunge us into the dark again. We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing möbius strip until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.