There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'.

It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

We are told not to privilege one story above another. All the stories must be told. Well, maybe that's true, maybe all stories are worth hearing, but not all stories are worth telling.

The work that lasts over time is the work which still speaks to us when all contemporary interest in that work is extinct.

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights: the accumulations of a lifetime gather there. In places the palimpsest is so heavily worked that the letters feel like Braille. I like to keep my body rolled up away from prying eyes, never unfold too much, or tell the whole story. I didn't know that Louise would have reading hands. She has translated me into her own book.

I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.