Can we really be whoever we want to be, now that we’ve collected all that we are?

But once you publish a book, doesn’t it by definition become the realm of public discourse? Otherwise, wouldn’t we just write books and print them out ourselves, and give them to specific people we felt comfortable giving them to–like gifts? Isn’t publishing sort of a social contract?

People really do change. Don't let anyone tell you differently. That the future does not conform to the past is not the exception, but the rule.

As a result of manifest destiny, we gutted our resources.

Can we really be whoever we want to be, now that we’ve collected all that we are?

My neediness is not a hole to be filled but something beneath the skin scratching to get out.

I usually write in my underwear, with a space heater running full blast, and three dogs sleeping at me feet.