How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

To the west, the Pacific Ocean, which revulses me, for its vastness cannot be fitted into any box.

Art is about freedom of expression, and should not be molded to fit any propaganda or lofty ideal.

Food doesn't exist, but can only be invented. And reinvented.

Writing allows for fictitious voices - the voices of persons unlike myself - that might otherwise be muted.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.