Writing is…. being able to take something whole and fiercely alive that exists inside you in some unknowable combination of thought, feeling, physicality, and spirit, and to then store it like a genie in tense,...

My ambition was to live like music.

It’s nothing serious,” he said. “It’s just an obsession.

and that’s all I ever am to them.

And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita . . .” What other immortality will anyone share?