I've always thought of myself as a reporter. When people ask why I don't stop writing, I say, `Look at what's happening in this world. Every day there's something exciting or disturbing to write about.’ With all that's going on, how could I stop?

Be careful what you swallow. Chew!

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.

She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.

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

I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.