An Unjust World Represented As Harmonious Is

One Builds One's Life In Consistency; One Invests It With The Belief, However Unsupported By Reality, That One Has Always Been What One Is Now, That Even In One's Distant Past One Could Recognize The Seed From Which This Doomed Flower Has Bloomed.

I Am Just Like Everybody Else...because There Is Nobody Like Me In The Whole World.

Our Daughter Was Born In Chicago, And She's Already Showing It. The Temperature Has To Be Approaching Zero For Her To Wear A Hat.

I Want A Book To Contain A World - Indeed The World. Writing Is My Main Means Of Engagement With The World And I Want The Scars Of That Engagement To Be Left In The Language.

I Suppose I'm Interested In Sorrow, Which Is Very Different From Depression Or Despair. Sorrow Is Continuous With The World; It Allows For Creativity.