A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

It only takes one match to ignite a haystack, or one remark to fire a mind.

Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.

Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.