I wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.

Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.

My relationship with my mother has always felt like the most complicated relationship of my life. I know I have a lot more writing to do on this.

I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.

I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.

I imagine there's an undercurrent of the impact of early religious teachings and my break from what I was taught and expected to perform if I wanted to be considered normal in my family of origin.

The women in my family - my grandmother and my mother - have been both sources of comfort and terror. Protection was not always available.

I pay attention as much as I can. I try to surround myself with other women with magical powers and a lot falls under the heading "magical powers."

To me, magic is everywhere.

Cats connote sexuality in standard dream dictionaries.

This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One

The mind can never be satisfied.

Pride filled him. He'd put that soft look in her eye, the purr in her voice, and given her loose limbed ease.

Having a pleasant time can extend a long period of time to have a fun time.

I wanted life that's comfortable enough for me, my ambitions and love.

In my mind, not in real life. My rap name will be Optimus Rhymes. Or the Notorious B.o.B.

Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.

I never did any of things I was accused of. It was a total fabrication.

If you're going to live, leave a legacy. Make a mark on the world that can't be erased.

My favorite writers are all Jews - David, Solomon, Matthew, Mark - well, you get the picture.