I Can Write Pretty Much Anywhere.

Books Don't Offer Real Escape, But They Can Stop A Mind Scratching Itself Raw.

What Is Any Ocean But A Multitude Of Drops?

I Really Wish They Hadn't Made The Set Out Of Asbestos.

I Lost My Balance When The Train Pulled Away, But A Human Crumple Zone Buffered My Fall. We Stayed Like That, Half Fallen. Diagonal People.

I Wonder If You Encountered This Dictum First Spoken By A Twentieth-century Statesman: "an Abyss Cannot Be Crossed In Two Steps.