the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.
The multiple choices of possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
sometimes an accident can be an unhappy womans best friend
If the stuff you're writing is not for yourself, it won't work.
The act of writing itself is done in secret, like masturbation.
The book is not the important part. The book is the delivery system. The important part is the story and the talent.