Progressive stages of revision eliminate incidence in favor of essence.
I'll rid the world of bad things. But first, I need to get more coffee.
I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.
The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.
Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.
Fiction, no matter how short or long, is the art form of human yearning.
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
Crows rasp from branches, scatter debris across unfinished plots.
Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.
The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.
You can go from one town square to another and never fall in love.
We need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers.
She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
In other words, beachfronts like Bolaño’s and mine are Nowhere.
Getting answers is easy. The difficult thing is knowing the right questions.
“Ten lo,” she says when you’ve finished. Have it.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!
Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.
Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.
To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.
It holds a place in my heart: Never forget the suspenders.
Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.
Manuscript pages from The Blue Flower and The Bookshop.