The sky was as blue as a stupid postcard, and the islands were as green as islands.

At long last, you may no longer distinguish what binds you from what is you.

We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck.

I miss that time. The cities back then, just after the forests died, were full of wonders, and you'd stumble on them--these princes of the air on common rooftops--the rivers that burst through the city streets so they ran like canals--the rabbits in parking garages--the deer foaling, nestled in Dumpsters like a Nativity.

I can't tell you how irritating it is to be an atheist in a haunted house.

Occasionally people ask me how it is I write different types of things, and my answer to that is it's very natural. You get bored writing one kind of thing all the time.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.