The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

Fiction shows the external effects of internal conditions. Be aware of the tension between internal and external movement.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

All of us, all of us, all of us trying to save our immortal souls, some ways seemingly more round about and mysterious than others. We are having a good time here. But hope all will be revealed soon.

She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse.

Anyone can express himself or herself, but what writers and poets want to do in their work, more than simply express themselves, is communicate.