Write your goddamned book now. The world awaits.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

Then he got more books. He saved all the books.

There is no faith like the faith of a builder of homes in coastal Louisiana

The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singer’s voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. “I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.