In the beginning, when I was trying to write, I couldnt turn off the outside world to the extent that I can now.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

The joy is in the journey.

Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.

Each of us must do whatever we have a passion to do.

You cannot have exterior development without interior development to hold it in place.

I'm at that stage in my career, especially now where I go where I am wanted.

I don't want someone photographing my cellulite - I can't take it!

I really want to continue what I've already started with found sounds, but start borrowing from my past as well, so that it really spans me growing up.

There is a difference between listening and waiting for your turn to speak.

Writers like to write, and writing in different forms - short, long, bite-sized, done on the fly, done with painstaking attention - all interest me.

A second-guesser is one who doesn't know anything about the first guess, and he's one who needs 2 guesses to get one right.