Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.
Words may deeply wound us, but we must run that risk to be free.
Trust a crowd to look at the wrong end of a miracle every time.
What passes for culture in my head is really a bunch of commercials.
Never have I risked my life, or even my comfort, in the service of mankind. Shame on me.
I have become an enthusiast for the printed word again. I have to be that, I now understand, because I want to be a character in all of my works. I can do that in print. In a movie, somehow, the author always vanishes.