Years after I'd seen him for the last time I found myself thinking of him unexpectedly and often. You know how certain places grow powerful in the mind with passing time. In those early morning dreams when I come back to bed after a sleepy pee and fall quickly into the narrow end of the night, there is one set of streets I keep returning to, one dim mist of railroad rooms and certain figures reappear, borderline ghosts.

The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. (Point Omega)

Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us.

I didn’t do anything. I don’t have an explanation, I don’t know why I wanted to write. I did some short stories at that time, but very infrequently. I quit my job just to quit. I didn’t quit my job to write fiction. I just didn’t want to work anymore

Something is always happening, even on the quietest days and deep into the night, if you stand a while and look.

There's never a dearth of reasons to shoot at the President.

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.