In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!

Once one habit peels away the others follow it. You have to hold on, or the next thing you'll find yourself parading down the street in your nightdress. Habit is everything.

The poets whom I knew then were all men and all seemed dauntingly sure of themselves - although I am sure that really they were as uncertain as I was.

The human longing for story is so powerful, so primitive, that it seems like something not learned, but locked into our genes.

Those who try to obliterate the past are injuring the present.

We are creatures of story.

In a world without air all you breathe is adventure!