Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

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

Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.

When I work, I'm just translating the world around me in what seems to be straightforward terms. For my readers, this is sometimes a vision that's not familiar. But I'm not trying to manipulate reality. This is just what I see and hear.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

Writing is a concentrated form of thinking.

...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.