Crassly Put: When I Write, I Am

The Library Is An Arena Of Possibility, Opening Both A Window Into The Soul And A Door Onto The World.

The Sound Of The Mandolin Is A Very Curious Sound Because It's Cheerful And Melancholy At The Same Time, And I Think It Comes From That Shadow String, The Double Strings.

I Prefer To Explore The Most Intimate Moments, The Smaller, Crystallized Details We All Hinge Our Lives On.

The Joy Of Working At Something To Find Out What It Means To Me Is What I Grew Up With.

From The Time I Began To Read, As A Child, I Loved To Feel Their Heft In My Hand And The Warm Spot Caused By Their Intimate Weight In My Lap; I Loved The Crisp Whisper Of A Page Turning, The Musky Odor Of Old Paper And The Sharp Inky Whiff Of New Pages. Leather Bindings Sent Me Into Ecstasy. I Even Loved To Gaze At A Closed Book And Daydream About The Possibilities Inside.