Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.

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

If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered.

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.

I was the sort of kid who spent a Sunday afternoon prying little trees out of the foundation of his parents' house. I should have given in to the inevitable truth that this was the sort of person I would become, in the end, but I kept fighting it.

This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.

The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.