Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

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.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

I'll think about things for thirty or forty years before I'll write it.

He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.