Story, as I understood it by reading Faulkner, Hardy, Cather, and Hemingway, was a powerful and clarifying human invention. The language alone, as I discovered it in Gerard Manley Hopkins and Faulkner, was exquisitely beautiful, also weirdly and mysteriously evocative.

In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.

I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark-the perfect time for creativity.

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