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

The best moments involve a loss of control. It's a kind of rapture, and it can happen with words and phrases fairly often - completely surprising combinations that make a higher kind of sense, that come to you out of nowhere. But rarely for extended periods, for paragraphs and pages - I think poets must have more access to this state than novelists do.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

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

Brilliant people never think of the lives they smash, being brilliant.

Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams