Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.

I'm not against TV; I don't go on the morning talk shows because I'm not invited. If I was, I might go.

The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.

It's been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson - the Republicans don't do a thing for the little man.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

President George] Bush talked to us like we were a bunch of morons and we ate it up. Can you imagine, the Pledge of Allegiance, read my lips-can you imagine such crap in this day and age?

Writing and rewriting are a constant search for what it is one is saying.