The music I listen to while writing is really scene-specific. It's just a great motivator, a way to put myself in the mood.

I’ve got...ways of tricking my brain into getting what I need out of it

A lot of the creature comforts and the things we take for granted, are not sustainable, especially at current population levels. And so, it's not just simply a matter of changing over to solar. It's a matter of changing our philosophies. Of learning to live, more or less, mid- or post-apocalyptic, whatever apocalyptic means.

An inordinate love of ritual can be harmful to the soul, unless, of course, in times of great crisis, when ritual can protect the soul from fracture.

Silence creates it's own violence.

Imbuing fiction with a life that extends beyond the last word is in some ways the goal: the ending that goes beyond the ending in the reader's mind, so invested are they in the story.

Who had the bigger burden? The one who had to watch the other person endure or the one who endured?