Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!

When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?

You'll never call him Fifi again.

Race and class are the easiest divisions. It's very stupid

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

I am not sure how much I would like being married if I wasn't married to him. A man who likes flea markets and isn't gay? I knew I was lucky.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.