Right now, I have no idea what I will write or if I will write again.

All I ever wanted was a world without maps.

The desert could not be claimed or owned — it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East ... All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.

Fathers die.You keep on loving them in any way you can.You can't hide him away in your heart.

Snap. Lady with dog. Lady on sofa half-naked. Snap. Naked lady. Lady next to dresser. Lady at window. Snap. Lady on balcony sunlight. (On New Orleans photographer E. J. Bellocq)

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

Research can be a big clunker. It's difficult to know how you can make the historical light.