"Rocks come at us from all places — from a boy at a birthday party, from those close to us and from strangers, from our city, our country, the world and sometimes from a place within ourselves. They are the difficulties that hurtle through the air. The writer’s job is to pick them up, examine them and use them. This use is a small gesture of control — and generosity. While we can’t throw them back, we can consider their weight, and feel on them the singular imprint of our hands."