I am here, come closer," the old donkey said with her eyes. "I will mother you.

My worst is all out in the open. It makes it necessary for people to tell you about themselves.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives 10,000 years and a man can't die soon enough.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.

In the end I would always pull up with a sense of glory, that loving is the strong side. It's feeble to be an object. What's the point of being loved in return, I'd ask myself.

Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass.

Defining men as the perpetrators of all violence is a viciously immoral judgment of an entire gender. And defining women as inherently nonviolent condemns us to the equally restrictive role of sweet, meek, and weak.