All human existence is a trick of light.

I'm very concerned with questions of language. This is what I think of when I think of myself as a writer: I'm someone who writes sentences and paragraphs. I think of the sentence - not only what it shares but, in a sense, what it looks like. I like to match words not only in a way that convey a meaning, possibly an indirect meaning, but even at times words that have a kind of visual correspondence.

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.

It occurred to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.

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

The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.

The genius of the primitive mind is that it can render human helplessness in noble and beautiful ways.