Writers Serve As The Memory Of A

Private Life, Book Life, Took Place Where Words Met Imagination Without Passing Through The World.

If You're Going To Publish A Book, You Probably Are Going To Make A Fool Of Yourself.

We Are Here To Witness. There Is Nothing Else To Do With Those Mute Materials We Do Not Need. Until Larry Teaches His Stone To Talk, Until God Changes His Mind, Or Until The Pagan Gods Slip Back To Their Hilltop Groves, All We Can Do With The Whole Inhuman Array Is Watch It.

I Still Try To Keep My Eyes Open. I'm Always On The Lookout For Antlion Traps In Sandy Soil, Monarch Pupae Near Milkweed, Skipper Larvae In Locust Leaves. These Things Are Utterly Common, And I've Not Seen One

What Is A House But A Bigger Skin, And A Neighborhood Map But The World's Skin Ever Expanding?