- On solitude: Surely even those immune from the world...need the touch of another.
- On mothering: Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady: It's a pulse.
- On childhood: Setting out in the world, a child feels so indelible. He only comes to find out later that it's all the others along his way who are making themselves indelible to him.
- On writing: A thing is incredible, if ever, only after it is told -- returned to the world it came out of.
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