There Is No God, And Conversation Is

It's Possible, In A Poem Or Short Story, To Write About Commonplace Things And Objects Using Commonplace But Precise Language, And To Endow Those Things—a Chair, A Window Curtain, A Fork, A Stone, A Woman's Earring—with Immense, Even Startling Power.

It Ought To Make Us Feel Ashamed When We Talk Like We Know What We're Talking About When We Talk About Love.

There Are Significant Moments In Everyone's Day That Can Make Literature. That's What You Ought To Write About.

My Circumstances Of Unrelieved Responsibility And Permanent Distraction Necessitated The Short Story Form.

The Fiction Im Most Interested In Has Lines Of Reference To The Real World.