Silence creates it's own violence.

What occurs after revelation and paralysis?

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.

I see music as an aid. It overcomes my internal editor, especially when the music evokes the character or the mood I'm trying to build.

You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.

I always try to be alert to the potential for repetition, for a decaying orbit with regard to my use of technique, etc.

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.