Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a voice.
A writer can't subtract or excise any of his/her past because doing so would erase the work produced during that time.
I can't say I was a very successful sorority girl.
The regional voice is the universal voice.
Near the point of impact, time acelerates to the speed of light.
Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.