I approach poetry and spirituality like literary nitroglycerin -- a little can do a lot and you better damn well be careful with it.

If there's a character type I despise, it's the all-capable, all-knowing, physically perfect protagonist. My idea of hell would be to be trapped in a four-hundred page, first-person, first-tense, running monologue with a character like that. I think writers who produce characters along those lines should graduate from high school and move on.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Henry figured that the reason the Cheyenne had always ridden Appaloosas into battle was because by the time the men got there, they were so angry with the horses they were ready to kill everything.

A life without friends means death without company. (Adiskidegabeko bizita, auzogabeko heriotza.) —BASQUE PROVERB

The problem with anger is that once it burns out, you're left with empty tanks.

It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.