Go out and make your own speeches. People need you. Go on TV. It can be done. After you speak up a few times, people say, "Hey, we got a crazy man in the community," and they'll begin talking to you.

I don't have a computer. A computer's a typewriter. I already have a typewriter.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

Not to write, for many of us, is to die.

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

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

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.