The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

I grew up on a mixed diet of mass and class, and I still read that way. I hate it when people apologize for what they read. Some bestsellers aren't exactly literary. So what? They're fun and rip-roaring, Who instituted the book police and why do we have to answer them? Grrrrr!

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

We're not punished for our sins, lad. We're punished by them.