If Stories Come To You, Care For

We Keep Each Other Alive With Our Stories. We Need To Share Them, As Much As We Need To Share Food. We Also Require For Our Health The Presence Of Good Companions. One Of The Most Extraordinary Things About The Land Is That It Knows This—and It Compels Language From Some Of Us So That As A Community We May Converse About This Or That Place, And Speak Of The Need.

Would The Last Animal, Eating Garbage And Living On The Last Scrap Of Land, His Mate Dead, Would He Still Forgive You?

The Writer Works On The Inside And The Critic Works On The Outside. I Don't Know What It Looks Like On The Outside, Sometimes. It's Not That I'm Not Interested-it's Not Where I Live. I Live Inside The Story.

People Think That If You've Written A Book And Somebody's Given You A Pat On The Back Then, You Know, It's All - You're All Settled, You Know? You're Going To Be Fine. I Know That If I'm Not Confused, And Really Afraid, My Work Isn't Going To Be Any Good.

You Continue To Live Them Out, Making Your Life A Worthy Expression Of Leaning Into The Light.