Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning. At other times the line is so wired that it lights up the soles of my feet, gradually my whole body, until I am my own beacon, and I see then the beauty of newly created worlds, a form that is not random. A new beginning.

As a writer, if you're prepared to work from your own wound, you're allowing people into the most vulnerable parts of yourself.

I have no idea what happens next.

I wanted to write a new fable and see how many rules you could break.

We're in a strange situation where people either don't read at all or they read a lot. There's a huge gap in between. That's something that would be good to bridge so it doesn't have to be one thing or the other. Books could be part of life in a more relaxed way. I'd like to see that.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.