Only a fool would refuse to enter a fool's paradise when that's the only paradise he'll ever have a chance to enter.

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

The emotion, the ecstasy of love, we all want, but God spare us the responsibility.

I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after all.