What Does It Remember Like?

There Are Two Kinds Of Sculptures. There's The Kind That Subtracts: Michelangelo Starts With A Block Of Marble And Chips Away. And Then There Is The Kind That Adds, Building With Clay, Piling It On. The Way I Write Novels Is To Keep Piling On And Piling On And Piling On.

The Question, I've Come To Think, Is Not What Inspires One To Change, But What Inspires One To Remain Changed.

What Were We Spending So Much Time Doing If Not Getting To Know Each Other?

Sometimes I Can Hear My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.

I'd Lost Count Of The Disappointments.