In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Fiction shows the external effects of internal conditions. Be aware of the tension between internal and external movement.

Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.