I Try To Avoid Experience

There Is Music In Words, And It Can Be Heard You Know, By Thinking.

A Novelist Is A Person Who Lives In Other People's Skins.

I Knew He Was Unreliable, But He Was Fun To Be With. He Was A Child’s Ideal Companion, Full Of Surprises And Happy Animal Energy. He Enjoyed Food And Drink. He Liked To Try New Things. He Brought Home Coconuts, Papayas, Mangoes, And Urged Them On Our Reluctant Conservative Selves. On Sundays He Liked To Discover New Places, Take Us On Endless Bus Or Trolley Rides To Some New Park Or Beach He Knew About. He Always Counseled Daring, In Whatever Situation, The Courage To Test The Unknown, An Instruction That Was Thematically In Opposition To My Mother’s.

There Is No Longer Any Such Thing As Fiction Or Nonfiction; There's Only Narrative.

We're Always Attracted To The Edges Of What We Are, Out By The Edges Where It's A Little Raw And Nervy.