The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.

I didn't use anybody's story. I used the context and the structure of the situation. People were so, so desperate to tell their story and begin to digest their experience - like turning it into a story - that after the fist few weeks I could go with a pad and pencil and take notes. People didn't seem at all bothered by that.

Life is short, death is forever

If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.

In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end