Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.

Strange about parents. We have such easy access to them and such daunting problems of communication.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

At college I'd seen my dead frog's limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other - seen, but hadn't believed. Didn't dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.

Class is classlessness.

The simplest science book is over my head.

Arthur Young's Reflexive Universe - fascinating but too schematic to fit into my scheme. The most I could hope for was a sense of the vocabulary and some possible images.

But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.

In life, there are no perfect affections.

Do not judge my success by the destination I reached but the distance I traveled.

Though my mental illness is more likened to a big, nasty green monster than something heart-wrenchingly beautiful, I think I have learned many wonderful lessons from my many afflictions.

Greatness is not measured by what you have, but by what you give.

Scott Wilson (Hershel) is a god among men

I'm focused on staying as healthy as I can so I can work more.

We cannot guarantee the human rights of any oppressed group alone.

There's no reason to regret anything. Regret is a waste.

Anyone who thinks they're happy should really see a doctor, because there is no reason to be happy.

I take my pet lion to church ever Sunday. He has to eat.

We had a lot of people say, you guys are the most ineffective legislators in Olympia and your bills never go anywhere ... They can't say that anymore, can they?