Music is a language - and language, at its finest, should be music.

Sometimes, the inessential is essential.

Just because it's imaginary, doesn't mean it's not real.

Words are the bones. Writing is the lungs. Reading is like breathing.

I see manuscripts and books that are spoiled for the literary reader because they are one long stream of top-of-the-head writing, a writer telling a story without concern for precision or freshness in the use of language. Some of this storytelling reads as if it were spoken rather than written, stuffed with tired images that pop into the writer's head because they are so familiar. The top of the head is fit for growing hair, but not for generating fine prose.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.