It's funny to think about the uncanny reflexively, as an author who is perhaps gradually becoming aware of my own hidden secrets. Accessing that shadowy territory really requires the physical act of writing.

I hope that in my thirties I grow as a writer, push into new territory.

People really get myopic as they get older. We're not a culture that encourages dreaming or distraction. We're not ever good at just being. I remember reading some Adrienne Rich quote where she talks about how important it was just to watch bubbles rise in a glass.

My mom says I'm destined to be the sort of man who uses big words but pronounces them incorrectly.

I spent most of my 20s with these alligator wrestlers in the swamps of South Florida.

I do think there's something when you have an unbroken day, and it feels like you and your attention can just be together like birds again and you can actually think and dream a little.

You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.