The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams. So much depends upom a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back.

She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.

I kept thinking there were two kinds of adults: There were...miserable creatures who scoured the earth in search of something to hurt. And then there were people like my parents, who walked around zombically, doing whatever they had to do to keep walking around.