I'd have been a filmmaker or a cartoonist or something else which extended from the visual arts into the making of narratives if I hadn't been able to shift into fiction.

How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?

Some people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.

Writing is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind.

Someday I would change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.

You discovered yourself and what really mattered only after you passed through the lens of the fairy tale, imposed on every human female and male alike, that someone existed out in the forest of the world for you to love and marry.

Teenage life - possibly adult life too is all about what you want and can’t have. And then about what you receive and misuse.