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.

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

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

Sometimes just looking at [my parents] I wanted to bash their heads with a tire iron. Not to kill them, just to wake them up.

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.

Asked why they wanted to fight, the young women said they enjoyed it, just as some men and boys do.

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.