In a way, this kind of insight or recognition often permeates the way I think of character, how I plot action, and the way in which I use imagery, seeing binaries as false.

The crows live in the world like you do. They are part of nature.

In the same way, the people whom I most abhor, I abhor them for elements that I abhor in myself.

The crows that are predatory are something you have to deal with. For me, they also become associated with cancer cells.

This condition [irony] has nothing to do with writer's block, a psychological syndrome, which is one of the few I have not diagnosed for myself!

Poetics is a science for stammering poets.

What happens when a female writer invokes a female muse? Does something else happen? With Sappho's figures of desire, we have a different lesbian energy.