I Used To Think It Was Possible

You Live In A Tower That Soars To Heaven And Goes Unpunished By God.

There's Always A Period Of Curious Fear Between The First Sweet-smelling Breeze And The Time When The Rain Comes Cracking Down.

What Terrorists Gain, Novelists Lose.

I'm Very Concerned With Questions Of Language. This Is What I Think Of When I Think Of Myself As A Writer: I'm Someone Who Writes Sentences And Paragraphs. I Think Of The Sentence - Not Only What It Shares But, In A Sense, What It Looks Like. I Like To Match Words Not Only In A Way That Convey A Meaning, Possibly An Indirect Meaning, But Even At Times Words That Have A Kind Of Visual Correspondence.

...because What's The Meaning Of Doing Dishes If You're Not Driven By Something Beyond Necessity.