We Are Too Connected. There's Noise In

The Library Is Inhabited By Spirits That Come Out Of The Pages At Night.

We Are Too Connected. There's Noise In Our Heads All The Time.

People Think That They Will Sit Down And Produce The Great American Novel In One Sitting. It Doesn't Work That Way. This Is A Very Patient And Meticulous Work, And You Have To Do It With Joy And Love For The Process, Not For The Outcome.

Writing Is A Constant Exercise In Longing.

We Live In An Era Where Masses Of People Come And Go Across A Hostile Planet, Desolate And Violent. Refugees, Emigrants, Exiles, Deportees. We Are A Tragic Contingent.