It is distraction, not meditation, that becomes habitual; interruption, not continuity; spasmodic, not constant toil.

The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.

She would not exchange her solitude for anything. Never again to be forced to move to the rhythms of others.

That's what I want to be when I grow up, just a peaceful wreck holding hands with other peaceful wrecks.

Women have the right to say: this is surface, this falsifies reality, this degrades.

Think about all that we've lost that has been said orally because nobody was taking it down. I feel very fortunate to live in a time where we have so many different voices. We have a much richer literature than we've ever had, and we can know America so much better.

Lighting does occasionally strike and occasional the result isn't a corpse.