The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.

Good writing ... involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.

Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

I realized early that unless you're willing to kill the innocent, you can't win.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.