Everything Is Held Together With Stories. That

We Simply Do Not Understand Our Place In The Universe And Have Not The Courage To Admit It.

When I Sit At That Typewriter, I Have To Be Frightened Of What I'm Trying To Do. I'm Frightened By My Own Belief That I Can Actually Get A Story Down On Paper.

Have We Come All This Way, I Wondered, Only To Be Dismantled By Our Own Technologies, To Be Betrayed By Political Connivance Or The Impersonal Avarice Of A Corporation?

One Must Live In The Middle Of Contradiction, Because If All Contradiction Were Eliminated At Once, Life Would Collapse. There Are Simply No Definitive Answers To Some Of The Great Pressing Questions. You Continue To Live Them Out Making Your Life A Worthy Expression Of Leaning Into The Light.

The Wolf Exerts A Powerful Influence On The Human Imagination. It Takes Your Stare And Turns It Back On You