If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

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

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

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