There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow endless drizzle.

He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.

We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.

There are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance. "They are aware of us, they fear us, and they hate us," said Odin. "You are fooling yourselves if you believe otherwise.

We save our lives in such unlikely ways.

They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.

You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer & the finest friend