The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.

The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster When you take your pill it's like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside you.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.

Our names were made for us in another century.