Connections are made slowly sometimes they grow underground.

The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.

thinking about tracking. . . . Sometime in grade school, already your fate was settled, your socialclass was established for the rest of your life.

I want to do something very important. Like fly into the past and make it come out right.

Where do dreams come from?...they slink out of books, they lurk in the stacks of libraries. Out of pages turned they rise like the scent of peonies and infect the brain with their promises.

Drifting with things is a habit it takes almost dying to break.

they were in love with apocalypse, like all men, more in love with myths than with any woman.

When will women not be compelledto view their bodies as science projects, gardens to be weeded, dogs to be trained?When will a woman ceaseto be made of pain?

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done

We can only know what we can truly imagine. Finally what we see comes from ourselves.

People were not getting back what they wanted for their sold labor. Taxes grew and services shrank. Prices rose and quality decayed. Everywhere people felt used and betrayed and coerced and cheated.

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Is that love, do you think?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "Being crazy about someone no matter how much they hurt you?

She gives me the finger and turns back around. "Did you see that?" I flinch at the gesture. "That is completely illegal in here.

I spent four years in the United States Army between 1985 and 1989, and I certainly learned how to survive out in the woods.

When I was young they used to call me 'The Foreman,' not because I was in charge but because I did the work of four men.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

The wealthy man is the man whois much, not the one who has much

If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.

The consolation of art comes in many forms... For some it is making, for others it is having.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth.