He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air.

The Greek philosophies teach us that we are a combination of dark and light, good and evil, and murderer and savior, hmm? And until we know this completely about ourselves we cannot love well, and we cannot forgive ourselves.

A day without writing was a little death.

If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.

My religion encompasses all religions. I believe in God, I believe in the universe. I believe you are god, I believe I am god; I believe the earth is god and the universe is god. We're all god.

But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.