I Closed The Box And

I Do Have A Strong Sense Of An Order In The Universe.

Late Afternoon On The West Coast Ends With The Sky Doing All Its Brilliant Stuff.

There Must Be Times When Everybody Writes When They Feel They're Evading Writing.

The Impulse For Much Writing Is Homesickness. You Are Trying To Get Back Home, And In Your Writing You Are Invoking That Home, So You Are Assuaging The Homesickness.

We Imagine Things — That We Wouldn't Be Able To Survive, But In Fact, We Do Survive. ... We Have No Choice, So We Do It.