My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

The only thing I've consistently been interested in in the last twenty-five years is writing very short texts. That continues to interest me as a project, to contain some part of reality, which is chaotic by definition, in a contained space. I like small apartments. I like getting rid of stuff. I went through my files yesterday and spent hours shredding things. It was great.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments - an inability to accept life as ongoing.