A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.

Women's lib, Frannie had decided, was nothing more nor less than an outgrowth of the technological society. Women were at the mercy of their bodies. They were smaller. They tended to be weaker. A man couldn't get with child, but a woman could---every four-year-old knows it. And a pregnant woman is a vulnerable human being. Civilization had provided an umbrella of sanity that both sexes could stand beneath.

My childhood was pretty ordinary, except from a very early age, I wanted to be scared. I just did. I was scared afterwards. I wanted a light on, because I was afraid that there was something in the closet. My imagination was very active, even at a young age.

I can't see the future, but it's grim. The depletion of resources - we're living in this dine-and-dash economy.

"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."

The best show on television is Red Sox baseball. Everything else sucks.

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.