In Some Way There Is

My Books Have Been Published All Over Europe. They Read Me There, And I Want To Read Them Back. I Also Spend A Lot Of Time In Europe, Often Meeting Writers, And I'm Sick Of Apologizing For The Embarrassing Shortage Of Translations In America.

Home Is Where Somebody Notices When You Are No Longer There.

I Gradually Became Aware That My Interiority Was Inseparable From My Exteriority, That The Geography Of My City Was The Geography Of My Soul.

I Have Been On The Margins In Terms Of Having To Find A Place To Live And Getting A Job, But At Some Point, And Before That Point, I Always Thought No Matter Where I Am, That's The Center.

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.