Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient.

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact.

Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is

For me, the magic of Hawaii comes from the stillness, the sea, the stars.

I carried recipes in my head like maps.

Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.