When I Was A Child, Writing Was

Certain Stories We Carry With Us, Events In Our Life, They Define Who We Are. It's Not A Matter Of Getting Over Anything; We Have To Make The Best Of It.

By The Time I Make My Way To The Border Of Mauritania, To The Edge Of The Sahara, I See No End To Being Lost. You Can Spend Your Entire Life Simply Falling In That Direction. It Isn't A Station You Reach But Just The General State Of Going Down. Once You Make It Back, If You Make It Back, You Will Stand Before Your Long-lost Friends But In Some Essential Way They Will No Longer Know You.

I Believe Poetry Has Very Little To Do With Memory.

There Are Many Ways To Drown, Only The Most Obvious Wave Their Arms As They're Going Under.

Writers, Especially Poets, Are Particularly Prone To Madness.