I think there's something about a writer's disposition, that is, even if unaware, always slightly in a witness state.

The truth is in the present moment.

I often envy my friends who are visual artists. Visual artists have other things to work with. Other media. I envy my sculptor friends: they have hunks of matter. Marble. Wood. It's physical, which I find very appealing. What we have is nothing, is just glaringly blank.

Courage is more important than confidence

I needed to slow down and quiet down deeply into a lot of these questions, yet at the same time what I was looking for, and continue to, is a way to have this exist within a regular, normal, modern life.

Music inspires me and puts me in the right mood, but to actually listen to it when I write - I find it gets in the way.

We are tyrannized by our options.