I like commas. I detest semi-colons — I don’t think they belong in a story. And I gave up quotation marks long ago. I found I didn’t need them, they were fly-specks on the page.

I worry about images. Images are what things mean.

The images of things are not the things in themselves.

Planning to write is not writing.

Most people are quiet in the world, and live in it tentatively, as if it were not their own.

It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through.

Because like all whores you value propriety. You are creature of capitalism, the ethics of which are so totally corrupt and hypocritical that your beauty is no more than the beauty of gold, which is to say false and cold and useless.