Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them..

As before, there is a great silence, with no end in sight. The writer surrenders, listening..

Love is the outlaw's duty..

Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on..

If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradis….

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad..

The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not..

Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other)….

The writer's first affinity is not to a loyalty, a tradition, a morality, a religion, but to life itself, and to its representation in language..

I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words..

I wish I had more time to write..

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget..

Talk between women friends is always therapy..

When the year turns, there are bells on the wind. All the old years fall on the ground in lights..