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

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

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

I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard

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

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

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.