I'm one of those religious people who are afraid of everything. I'm instantly worried about everything that could go wrong.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

I kept asking God for help, and after a while I realized something -- that Josh was not enjoying this either. He was just trying to take care of himself, and I made the radical decision to let him off the hook.

Needless to say, there was no one around remotely fitting the description of a normal person: I was at a writing conference.

Sometimes Heaven is just a new pair of glasses.

Some people may have thought that this book was too personal, too confessional. But what these people think about me is none of my business.

I woke up full of hate and fear the day before the most recent peace march in San Francisco. This was disappointing: I'd hoped to wake up feeling somewhere between Virginia Woolf and Wavy Gravy.