It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.

This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter

You have to eat your technique. Digest it. It's in your blood, but you're not concerned with it anymore.

The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine’s Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine’s Day on February’s shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed.

People aren't trees, so it is false when they speak of roots.

Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim.

I'll follow him to the ends of the earth,' she sobbed. Yes, darling. But the earth doesn't have any ends. Columbus fixed that.