Looking out a window from different vantage points changes what you see and therefore what you write.

If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.

I've always been interested in the fragility of things, and with special urgency now because of climate change, but also because of the accidents of reading.

Shakespeare, of course, makes us ever aware of transience, not only in the sonnets, but also powerfully in his plays - spectacles for a brief period of time and then gone, as when Prospero describes the pageant fading, leaving "not a rack behind."

The days start to be charged not because tomorrow you're leaving, but because in three weeks you're leaving. The future impinges. So you start to think about the frame.

I try to attach myself to things around me so that they don't slip away.

One of the reasons I like immersing myself in different texts, putting myself in the company of other writers, is that they do change your vocabulary. They change what you write about or they change the length of lines.