The Way To Write A Book Is

We Have Lost The Art Of Public Tenderness, These Small Gestures Of Wiping And Washing; We Have Forgotten How Abjectly The Body Welcomes A Formal Touch.

When You Find Yourself Alone, Or In A Transition, You Dream More. These Are Also The Times When You Read Books.

I Work At The Sentences. Many Of The Things People Find Distinctive About My Writing, I Think Of As Natural.

Here We Go Again. Always A Few Drinks, But Sometimes Even Sober, We Play The Unhappiness Game; Endlessly Round And Round. Ding Dong. Tighter And Tighter. On And On. Push Me Pull You. Come Here And I'll Tell You How Much I Hate You. Hang On A Minute While I Leave You. All The While We Know We Are Missing The Point, Whatever The Point Used To Be.

The Writing Day Can Be, In Some Ways, Too Short, But It's Actually A Long Series Of Hours, For Months At A Time, And There Is A Stillness There.