The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

I've never worked for a newspaper. I've had some very bad reviews in newspapers.

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.

Everybody has to feel superior to somebody," she said. "But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.

All writing, all art, is an act of faith. If one tries to contribute to human understanding, how can that be called decadent? It's like saying a declaration of love is an act of decadence. Any work of art, provide it springs from a sincere motivation to further understanding between people, is an act of faith and therefore is an act of love.