What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!

No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.

There's more than one way to skin a cat, my father used to say; it bothered me, I didn't see why they would want to skin a cat even one way.

There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.

Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

Where do the words go when we have said them?

I feel that the task of criticizing my poetry is best left to others (i.e. critics) and would much rather have it take place after I am dead. If at all.