Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

I can draw and write, and you'd be foolish not to hire me.

The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished

No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.