I Do Have A Really

That’s What’s So Gorgeous About Humanity. It Doesn’t Matter How Bleak Our Daily Lives Are, We Still Fight For The Light. I Think That’s Our Divinity. We Lean Into Love, Even In The Most Hideous Circumstances. We Manage To Hope.

If You Live In The Dark A Long Time And The Sun Comes Out, You Do Not Cross Into It Whistling. There's An Initial Uprush Of Relief At First, Then-for Me, Anyway- A Profound Dislocation. My Old Assumptions About How The World Works Are Buried, Yet My New Ones Aren't Yet Operational.there's Been A Death Of Sorts, But Without A Few Days In Hell, No Resurrection Is Possible.

As A Memoirist, I Strive For Veracity.

I Always Say That A Poet Loves The World, And The Prose Writer Needs To Create An Alternative World.

It Strikes Me That Whatever Advantages There Are To Being A Boy--getting To Stay Out Late And Having Other People Wash Your Clothes And Bring You Plates Of Stuff--get Undercut By Having To Play Football.