The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a blessing.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink.

Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

Everything truly important is washable.

Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.