I can't rhyme for little green apples. What I can do is scan and make patterns.

What was the good of dreaming of adventure if you turned your back on the first one that came your way?

Not all animal brides are doomed. Not all men are greedy or violent or possessive.

I think happy, companionate marriages between men and women who respect each other (as far as is consistent with being actual human beings) should be every bit as poetry-worthy as angst, bitterness, and shame.

Aren't we most aware of our animal natures when love or hunger or hatred burns through reason and encourages us to do exactly what we desire to do, with frequently tragic results?

I can't rhyme for little green apples. What I can do is scan and make patterns.

I've always loved stories of animals and birds that can appear to be human, just by taking off their skins or their feathers.