Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

Angels, we have grown apart.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

Fiction is an improvement on life