All that I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother.
Let not him who is houseless pull down the house of another but let him work...
If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it you just feel that...
You have a strange relationship with calamity when you're a writer: you write about it as an artist you objectify and fetishize it. You render life into material and that's a creepy thing to do.