“Memories that I had buried with graduate work were now being triggered by my return. A pit grew in my stomach over the next month, prohibiting me from enjoying the most basic things…”

I want to go wherever
sense has gone. All words
are injury: sink, swim, kin.

“As a witness at the door of your parents’ room, you learned every argument is a circling around the same unnamed problem. A raised voice is a shunned voice is a measured voice.”

The only thing I know for sure is that sustained creativity, regardless of recognition, is the crux of human existence.

“Time seems not so much to progress as to waft through each novel… solitude enables past, present and future to press in like ghosts.”

“The victim is not the person who wakes
in the middle of the night. The victim is not
the person who sleeps until noon.”