Every country gets the circus it deserves. Spain gets bullfights. Italy the Church. America Hollywood.

We all have fantasies about sex that are more perfect than anything in reality.

I started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.

What makes a Man love Death, Fanny? Is it because he hopes to avert his own by watchin' the Deaths of others? Doth he hope to devour Death by devourin' Executions with his Eyes? I'll ne'er understand it, if I live to be eight hundred Years. The Human Beast is more Beast than Human, 'tis true.

I was surprised by my daughter's generation and how they were rebelling against the '70s idea that sex was perfect and it should be sought.

what storyteller is adequate to her story? The story carries us along, bottles on the tide, each with our secret mesage and the fervent hope that it does not turn out to be blank.

Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye.