Sometimes I stumble upon a wonderfully irresistible to me voice, unexpectedly.
The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.
My life is a very interior and solitary life. I tend not to care that much about external things.
Not what the mind sees, but what the mind imagines the eye must see.
Fiction that adds up, that suggests a "logical consistency," or an explanation of some kind, is surely second-rate fiction; for the truth of life is its mystery.
Yes, I've listened to just a few audiobooks - but hope to listen to more. I've wanted to investigate how my own books sound in this format and find the experience of listening, and not reading, quite fascinating.