My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.

I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

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.

Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this