There's So Much To Be Afraid Of.

The Gaze Of The Wolf Reached Into Our Soul.

The Writer Works On The Inside And The Critic Works On The Outside. I Don't Know What It Looks Like On The Outside, Sometimes. It's Not That I'm Not Interested-it's Not Where I Live. I Live Inside The Story.

It Is The Imagination That Gives Shape To The Universe.

Would The Last Animal, Eating Garbage And Living On The Last Scrap Of Land, His Mate Dead, Would He Still Forgive You?

We Keep Each Other Alive With Our Stories. We Need To Share Them, As Much As We Need To Share Food. We Also Require For Our Health The Presence Of Good Companions. One Of The Most Extraordinary Things About The Land Is That It Knows This—and It Compels Language From Some Of Us So That As A Community We May Converse About This Or That Place, And Speak Of The Need.