You can't walk alone. Many have given the illusion, but none have really walked alone. Man is not made that way. Each man is bedded in his people, their history, their culture, and their values.

Many have changed so much that they have lost the magic of the dream that carried them on their own bootstraps.

To get from people you had to give a piece of yourself, a real piece that mattered. Just being nice was not enough.

The words dripped on my consciousness, sank into my being, and carried me away to the magic long ago of once upon a time.

You don't have to be a good person to be a good writer--history shows it's better if you're not--but you have to understand your badness.

They say life is all about connecting, like that's a good thing. But when brain and eyes are lining up you know different.

Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere