Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.
Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.
It's not hard to write poorly. But to write something good, it has to be revised.
Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.
She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.
My writing is often a way of 'bearing witness' for others who lack the education and the opportunity to tell their own stories, so I hope that my writing won't be affected too much by my personal life.