I must go to Nature disarmed of perspective and stretch myself like a large transparent canvas upon her in the hope that, my submission being perfect, the imprint of a beautiful and useful truth would be taken.

By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.

If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem.

Laws aren't ghosts in this country, they walk around with the smell of earth on them.

If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.

I know how to choke. Given even a splinter-thin opportunity to let my side down and destroy my own score, I will seize it. Not only does ice water not run through my veins, but what runs there has a boiling point lower than body temperature.

Prose should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your ear.