“The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.”

“Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down.”

“The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.”

“To own beauty is the first lie of it.”

“I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.”

“It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be.”

“Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...”

“It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be. In actuality, or in each reality, underneath it all—I mean, behind it—the answer lies in”

“Nothing is more hip than a corpse. The style is timeless. Death is trending.”

“To be a writer and political is a dangerous thing. To be a writer and apolitical is even more dangerous. Art is right, left; in truth, it has only one direction and that is forward.”

“Live a life worth reading about. Then write it.”