A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

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

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

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.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation.

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