Why can't I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.

People need space to air out their thoughts, to have a sense of themselves - unfettered by anything.

My parents were very well read. They were both New Englanders, not highly educated, but they had a sophisticated... they were both very humanistic, and they were sophisticated readers.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

I believe we all have a unique journey, whether its a journey of pure energy, if there's any intelligence within the journey. But I think each of us have our own way of dissipating or entering a new field.

Within that moment was trust, compassion, and our mutual sense of irony. He was carrying death within him and I was carrying life. We were both aware of that, I know.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.