Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.

There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

Words can do wonderful things. They pound, purr. They can urge, they can wheedle, whip, whine. They can sing, sass, singe. They can churn, check, channelize. They can be a "Hup two three four." They can forge a fiery army of a hundred languid men.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.