days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

There are times when you want to stop working at faith and just be washed in a blowing wind that tells you everything.

That's the world out there, little green apples and infectious disease.

I think literature has lost it's power. Great novels continue to be written, but they are no longer changing the world.

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.

Let's enjoy the aimless days while we still can.