I think, life is miserable.

My ambition was to live like music.

Of course there’s something there; unfortunately, there’s always something ‘there.’ Something you will one day be sorry you saw.

The only way to know whats possible is to venture past impossible.

You can teach people a lot about craft and various techniques, and you can certainly teach them to appreciate, but you cannot give them spirit or soul if it's not there.

What are you thinking?” She asks. -That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.

Whenever young writers ask me for advice, I always say you have to be able to take a lot of rejection because, unless you're very lucky, that's what's going to happen.

The art of integrating the ego and the impulse for empathy in a dynamic call and response.

I think people hold back all kinds of things. And in a way, they just want to be nice. They want to be civil.

I know several women my age who are really poor...because they spent most of their energy taking care of children.

Partly, I'm worried that no one is saying anything because they are afraid of being seen as politically correct.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

In a suspended psychic state, writers cull words and symbols from the mystical world of memory, imagination, and intuition.

A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.

My God may not be your idea of God, but one thing I know of my God he makes me a humanitarian. I am a proud Jew because we gave the world the Bible and the story of Joseph.

love the life you live. live the life you love.

Everything we do has consequences.

The short story ... is the most democratic of all the arts; anyone may tell a story, and if it is an absorbing one someone will listen.

CHILDHOOD IS THAT STATE WHICH ENDS THE MOMENT A PUDDLE IS FIRST VIEWED AS AN OBSTACLE INSTEAD OF AN OPPORTUNITY

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

The wave uniting with its depth is yoga.