Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

I don't pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself. I go to church only to show the old hens they don't get me down.

Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.

...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, the place to love and be irritated with.

Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don't have it.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.