When you own a piano, it's harder to think about moving.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.

Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of them who never grew old by the fire.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.