When we can converse with the animals, we will know the change is halfway here. When we can converse with the forest, we will know the change has come.

Summer had come to sit on New York's face.

Who knows how to make love stay? Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half.

There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.

Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

Toys are made in heaven, batteries are made in hell.

I went to a large consolidated school in Appalachia. And I wrote the story when I was in the second grade and I took it up to the third floor to the school newspaper office that was written and edited by juniors and seniors.