Near The Point Of Impact, Time Acelerates

Not What The Mind Sees, But What The Mind Imagines The Eye Must See.

My Nature Is Orderly And Observant And Scrupulous And Deeply Introverted.

The Use Of Language Is All We Have To Pit Against Death And Silence.

A Writer Can't Subtract Or Excise Any Of His/her Past Because Doing So Would Erase The Work Produced During That Time.

Our House Is Made Of Glass... And Our Lives Are Made Of Glass; And There Is Nothing We Can Do To Protect Ourselves.