I have four daughters and eight grandchildren. My soul lives on in them. That's immortality. That's the only immortality I care about.

Halloween. Sly does it. Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep. But why? What for? How? Who? When! Where did it all begin? 'You don't know, do you?' asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud climbing out under the pile of leaves under the Halloween Tree. 'You don't really know!'

The average TV commercial of sixty seconds has one hundred and twenty half-second clips in it, or one-third of a second. We bombard people with sensation. That substitutes for thinking.

Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.

And I saw then and there you take a man half-bad and a women half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between.

I did what most writers do at their beginnings: emulated my elders, imitated my peers, thus turning away from any possibility of discovering truths beneath my skin and behind my eye.

Fame and money are gifts given to us only after we have gifted the world with our best, our lonely, our individual truths.