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?

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.

Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.

The presence of evil was something to be first recognized, then dealt with, survived, outwitted, triumphed over.

All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.

For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media event.