I've always loved history and history is collage, it is a juxtaposition of the good and the bad and the strange, and how you place those sentences together changes the whole mood of a history.

He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?

There's a lot of thievery involved in writing. You're breaking into other people's spaces and other people's stories.

You don't want to write your own opinion, you don't want to just represent yourself, but represent yourself through someone else.

There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.

What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet. He cannot alter what he loves most in her, her lack of compromise, where the romance of the poems she loves still sits with ease in the real world. Outside these qualities he knows there is no order in the world.

In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.