If God Speaks Through Burning Bushes, Let's Burn Bush and Listen to What God Says.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.

As the most recently arrived to earthly life, children can seem in lingering possession of some heavenly lidless eye.

Love is the answer, said the songs, and that's OK. It was OK, I supposed, as an answer. But no more than that. It was not a solution; it wasn't really even an answer, just a reply.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

I love plays. Even bad ones. I like the fact that actual live, breathing people are standing before you in tense situations that you are not personally responsible for.