A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise.

If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer. That is my name.

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

"I count a lot of things that there's no need to count," Cameron said. "Just because that's the way I am. But I count all the things that need to be counted."

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

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