Where do you draw the line, between love and greed? We never did know, we always wanted more. We want to take it all in, for one last time, we want to eat the world with our eyes.

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

I'm not senile," I snapped. "If I burn the house down it will be on purpose.

My family was big on sharing. I guess it was just the way I was brought up. Or maybe, I read those fairy tales in which one good turn elicits another. But in writing, yes, some older writers were kind to me when I was young; although some others were not.

You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.

I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself.

Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling.