Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.

A book's flaws make it less predictable.

Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good.

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.

I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.