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.

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.

It is the nature of the writer to question the validity of his world and yet rely on his senses to describe it. From what other tension can great literature be born?

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.

But what if you discover that the price of purpose is to render invisible so many other things?

There's also a lot of gritty Americana type of bands. I actually have a lot of Britpop on my iPod, too.

You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you.