I write because I've always written, can't stop. I am a writing animal. The way a silk worm is a silk-producing animal.

Living in a small town anywhere means preserving one's self behind a mask.

You simply don't get to be wise, mature, etc., unless you've been a raving cannibal for thirty years or so.

I am so happy to be communicating with people on this newest of new wavelengths which to some older people must seem like a kind of magic.

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

I don't know why I still find it so hard to accept that words are faulty and by their very nature innacurate

Sometimes I think what I write is funny in its quiet way.