But a hobby, like a habit, makes you forget about important things in life.
Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.
Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter.
If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.
If all stories are fiction, fiction can be true -- not in detail or fact, but in some transformed version of feeling. If there is a memory of paradise, paradise can exist, in some other place or country dimensionally reminiscent of our own. The sad stories live there too, but in that country, we know what they mean and why they happened. We make our way back from them, finding the way through a bountiful wilderness we begin to understand. Years are nothing: Story conquers all distance.
I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words.
I wish I had more time to write.
I am unable to distinguish clearly between your religious ceremonies and apparently identical behavior at the sporting and cultural functions you have transmitted to me.
I would like to sing the theme tune of a big film - something like 'Titanic.
I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either. " "Put your books away and I'll show you.
You told me you had destroyed it. " "I was wrong. It has destroyed me.