Were also far enough from the publishing power that we have no access to the politics of publishing, although there are interpersonal politics, of course.

How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant evil, which is unadulterated, unrestrained by the convenient cushions of age and its civilizing anesthesia.

They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.

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

It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me.

I think that it's really important to go away and come back.

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.