The World Spins. We Stumble On. It

Increasingly I Think Of Myself As Some Strange And Solitary Conductor, Introduced To A Group Of Very Dynamic Musicians Who Happen To Be My Characters, And I Have No Idea How They Are Going To Play Together, And I Have Certainly No Idea How I Am Going To Put Manners On Them.

...it Was Necessary To Love Silence, But Before You Could Love Silence You Had To Have Noise.

So Much Of Her Time Spent Like This: Dreaming Up Things To Say And Never Quite Saying Them.

I Want The Younger Writer To Know That She Or He Is Meaningful, That What They Have To Say Is Powerful In This World. But They Can't Come Indoors, They Can't Close The Curtains, They Can't, Like, Lock Themselves Away From The World And Say Nothing.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.