The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language.
Love is the outlaw's duty.
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.
I wish I had more time to write.
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.
I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words.