I'm more cautious about what I write.
In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.
Rules of taste enforce structures of power.
Remember when you hear yourself saying one day that you don't have time anymore to read or listen to music or look at paintings or go to the movies or do whatever feeds your head now. Then you're getting old. That means they got you, after all.
What we need is to use what we have.
To me, literature is a calling, even a kind of salvation. It connects me with an enterprise that is over 2,000 years old. What do we have from the past? Art and thought. Thatโs what lasts. Thatโs what continues to feed people and give them an idea of something better.