Novels Arise Out Of The

Coherence And Closure Are Deep Human Desires That Are Presently Unfashionable. But They Are Always Both Frightening And Enchantingly Desirable. "falling In Love," Characteristically, Combs The Appearances Of The Word, And Of The Particular Lover's History, Out Of A Random Tangle And Into A Coherent Plot.

I Like Feeling My Way Into Different Minds And Experiences. It Comes Naturally And Always Has.

An Odd Phrase, "by Heart," He Would Add, As Though Poems Were Stored In The Bloodstream.

I Worry About Anthropomorphism As A Form Of Self-deception. (the Christian Religion Is An Anthropomorphic Account Of The Universe.)

…words Have Been All My Life, All My Life--this Need Is Like The Spider's Need Who Carries Before Her A Huge Burden Of Silk Which She Must Spin Out--the Silk Is Her Life, Her Home, Her Safety--her Food And Drink Too--and If It Is Attacked Or Pulled Down, Why, What Can She Do But Make More, Spin Afresh, Design Anew….