She needed help, but God was in a meeting whenever she rang.

If you were Jesus with missing years to kill where would you go?

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.

The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.

Don't talk about it - you'll talk it away. Let the ideas flow from your mind to the page without exposing them to air. Especially hot air.

There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of God. Sometimes it points to you.

There's a certain Buddhistic calm that comes from having... money in the bank.