Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...

The only [working] ritual is making tea. I use the loose leaves and drink it by the gallon.

I always like to see enlightened parents like that; it gives me hope for the future.

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.

It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.