I Walk Wherever My Errands Take Me.

I Roam Around A Lot In My Territory, But What I Learn At One End Inflects And Opens Up My Understanding At The Other.

We Have Only The Language For Fun And Miserable, And Maybe We Need Language For Deep And Shallow, Meaningful And Meaningless.

When Someone Doesn't Show Up, The People Who Wait Sometimes Tell Stories About What Might Have Happened And Come To Half Believe The Desertion, The Abduction, The Accident. Worry Is A Way To Pretend That You Have Knowledge Or Control Over What You Don't--and It Surprises Me, Even In Myself, How Much We Prefer Ugly Scenarios To The Pure Unknown. Perhaps Fantasy Is What You Fill Up Maps With Rather Than Saying That They Too Contain The Unknown.

No One Is Born A Writer; Literacy Is A Peculiar Mode Of Being, But I Was All About Stories From A Very Early Age, Before Reading.

I Still Think The Revolution Is To Make The World Safe For Poetry, Meandering, For The Frail And Vulnerable, The Rare And Obscure, The Impractical And Local And Small.