I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.