The writing has been on the wall for some years now, but we are a nation illiterate in the language of the wall. The writing just gets bigger. Something will eventually bring down the charming, infuriating naïveté of Americans that allows us our blithe consumption and cheerful ignorance of the secret ugliness that bring us whatever we want.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.

The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.

I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I'd written.