Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.

Nora Roberts is cool.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

The color white is the absence of memory.

All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day -- I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they are precious.

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.