“…much of my work is concerned with things you can hold (or at least imagine holding) in your hands: archaeological remains, heirlooms, a fig (or figment), a faulty bellows . . .”

“I had to listen through the language of others, even the ‘me’ of my older work, to stare into the rupture.”

“…there’s a lot of death in this book, and I don’t know what it’s like to be dead…”

“I will leave a copy of the book on a trail where the water meets the sky, and the sky meets the sand…”