We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children could tell what it was. Perhaps it wasn't a game at all, only the grave of a game.

There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds.

The bees in my stomach are dead and getting used to it.

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

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

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

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