When I return to the world, I will be a man. I will walk among you. I will lick my lips with my small, dexterous tongue. I will shake hands with other men, grasping firmly with my opposable thumbs. And I will teach all people that I know. And when I see a man or a woman or a child in trouble, I will extend my hand, both metaphorically and physically. I will offer my hand. To him. To her. To you. To the world. I will be a good citizen, a good partner in the endeaver of life that we all share.

If I went to someone for therapy, I wouldn't be a writer...I would just be well adjusted.

That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.

People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there.

The sun rises every day. What is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer! I will often admire beautiful sunrise, but I will never consider the sun a champion for having risen.

The first time I saw you,' he says, 'I knew we belonged together.