How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

Mother’s particular devils had remained mysterious to me for decades. So had her past. Few born liars ever intentionally embark in truth’s direction, even those who believe that such a journey might axiomatically set them free.

Nobody sounds good writing about your divorce, let's face it.

I don't have a copy of my books, and the degree to which I never read them is profound. I never look.

Poetry is for me Eucharistic. You take someone else's suffering into your body, their passion comes into your body, and in doing that you commune, you take communion, you make a community with others.

How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

He never gave up on me, I only stopped being matriculated.