I've been writing every day of my life for 65 years.

Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what, or maybe they died a long time ago but Cecy calls, and Mother and Father call, and Grandmere who only whispers, and now they're coming and I'm nothing, not like them who pass through walls and live in trees or live underneath until seventeen-year rains flood them up and out, and the ones who run in packs, let me be the one! If they live forever, why not me?

Those women like to see their tongues dance.

What's the point of having a library full of books you've already read?

I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously.

Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.

The human race likes to give itself airs. One good volcano can produce more greenhouse gases in a year than the human race has in its entire history.