My dream has always been to suspend myself in space when I write, and lying horizontal in bed is the closest to doing that.
Richard PowersMusic forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free. But a few measures more, and the cloak of time closes back around you.
Richard Powers