The only proper mask to wear in life is your own damn face.

Our lives preserved. How it was; and how it be. Passing it along in the relay. That is what I work to do: to produce stories that save our lives.

Old folks are the nation.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to make it work is the unreality.

The only proper mask to wear in life is your own damn face.

People have to be given permission to write, and they have to be given space to breathe and stumble. They have to be given time to develop and to reveal what they can do.

I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.