Everything in the world had happened to them and kept on happening. They didn't care. They liked it that way.

At one level inspiration is the ability to see beauty and mystery in everything men and women do.

Cuddle up. Rain always stops. It always stops. It always does.

A piece of writing is the product of a series of explosions in the mind.

My main home is in Fayetteville, Arkansas, a college town in the Ozark Mountains. I live on the highest hill in a quiet cul-de-sac, surrounded by friends.

We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air. And so we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. Look out the window in any weather. We are part of all that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed.

Family and work. Family and work. I can let them be at war, with guilt as their nuclear weapon and mutually assured destruction as their aim, or I can let them nourish each other.