Dinginess is death to a writer. Filth, discomfort, hunger, cold, trauma and drama, don't matter a bit.

“I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about hap…”

“They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with t…”

“Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality …”

“Every new beginning prompts a return.”