The vitality of language lies in its ability to limn the actual, imagined and possible lives of its speakers, readers, writers.

You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what can you say?

The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.

You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you.

The formula for creative writing in high school or college is write what you know.

It had been the longest time since she had had a rib-scraping laugh. She had forgotten how deep and down it could be. So different from the miscellaneous giggles and smiles she had learned to be content with these past few years.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.