I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallnesss that I am. Against the daily death the iconography of wings.

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

What you eat is the most political thing you do every day

I'm always nervous about going home, just as I am nervous about rereading books that have meant a lot to me.

Breathe in, breath out. Oxygen is carcinogenic and likely puts a limit on our life span. It would be unwise though, to try to extend life by not breathing at all. Which of us doesn't do it? Either we loll in anaerobic stupor, too afraid to fill our lungs with risky beauty, or we roll out fire like dragons, destroying the world we love. I try not to burn up my world with rage. It is so hard.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings.