I wish I had more time to write.
As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening.
Love is the outlaw's duty.
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.
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter.