Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.

Occasionally a student writer comes up with something really beautiful and moving, and you won't know for years if it was an accident or the first burst of something wonderful.

This Constitutional Republic called America is an historic aberration. Any honest student of history will note that the prevailing socio-economic system is feudalism, where a tiny minority control the vast majority of wealth, power, and resources. In doing so, they have absolute control over the 99% of the population. Power equals control.

The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.

When you write it doesn't occur to you that somebody could think different from what you do.

We think about sex obsessively except during the act, when our minds tend to wander.

Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.