The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.

Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.

Electric flesh-arrows traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.