“I would like to do more in appreciating the mindset of the child. Maybe it has something to do with taking ourselves very seriously and with great disregard, as well as having a healthy does of awe...”

“Art allows us to die over and over without actually dying. Only we must catch our breath.”

“I let quiet shape what I say, then realize there is nothing that can be fully saidthe reason for gestures and eyes and art. Always something waiting, wanting, expectant, yet also curiously not.”

“Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side.”

“If I could simply place the various parts of myself into the night sky to occasionally glance up and behold myselfmaybe in the end I am only hoping to vicariously soak up some starlight.”

“I will treat language with resigned delight, embrace it like unrequited love, offer words to you with a kind of secret shame, for I know that sometimes there is such a thing as too much language, a...”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”