I want literature to open all the doors that I can't open by myself, and to allow me to see things that I wouldn't otherwise see.

Language is as fragile as the little alpine plant.

One of the things I've always thought is that if I were to write a poetics, it would have to do with the poetics of failure, and the way in which all the things that you claim or that you try for are already based on the limits of language.

I can't move my body slowly. I can't move the line slowly. So I end up with way too much, often opaque to me later.

I think those of us who use language are always trying for this, trying to keep everything from floating away by trying to write about it despite failure.

Even your own memory changes over time because of circumstances or even because your body changes.

Each of us is present, but partially.