He said, 'Always. Always.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

It's bliss when you give up all that stuff that separates you from other human beings. It's hard, but you break down all that stuff.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

Word-work is sublime... because it is generative; it makes meaning that secures our difference, our human difference-the way in which we are like no other life. We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

You need a whole community to raise a child. I have raised two children, alone.

The best part of all, the absolutely most delicious part, is finishing it and then doing it over I rewrite a lot, over and over again, so that it looks like I never did.