I wonder if the reason I tend to say yes to everything is because I deeply believe that I can survive anything.

One of the biggest problems for beginning writers is this need to over-explain.

Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.

I erased the thought from my mind, but I couldn't undo the fact that I'd had the thought in the first place.