I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.

Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

Obviously, in journalism, you're confined to what happens. And the tendency to embellish, to mythologize, it's in us. It makes things more interesting, a closer call. But journalism taught me how to write a sentence that would make someone want to read the next one.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

Wear your heart on the page, and people will read to find out how you solved being alive.

I would like to go for a ride with you, have you take me to stand before a river in the dark where hundreds of lightning bugs blink this code in sequence: right here, nowhere else! Right now, never again!

I leave a lot out when I tell the truth