It was mathematical, marriage. Not, as one might expect, additional. It was exponential.

Perhaps living in fear can drive all devils out of a person.

I like a bit of spunk in a lady

she'd played mother and wives. Women in narratives were always defined by their relations.

Also the fact that he's a guy. A girl screws around like Lotto and she's like diseased. Untouchable. But a guy can stick it to a million places and everyone just thinks he's doing what boys do.

Doomed people celebrate peace with sky bombs.

Mathilde and Lotto held hands in the taxi going to brunch, communicating, not speaking.

What she did not tell him balanced neatly with what she did.

When your family dismisses you, like Lotto's did, you create your own family

Don't they understand what fiction is?

He got drunk as usual, but instead of drifting to sleep, he stayed up, and at a white heat, wrote what had been sitting on his heart for decades.

By concentrating on what I was grateful for, I was able to stave off despair.

So, you invite a wild rabbit living in Italy to a party on the island of Crete. What’s it supposed to do, swim there? Its little tux would get wet.

I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.

Even five minutes spent in silence will nurture and revive your soul and spirit.

So being two different people in one day unnerved me to no end.

Poems are always interested in what Ivan Illich called 'shadow work,' not least because that is no small part of their own way of working.

You don't hear no artists from Compton showing vulnerability.

God made mud, God made dirt, God made boys so girls could flirt.

Even today I cannot believe that people who lived together could inflict horrible pain on each other.

There is a great tradition of independent filmmaking in the U.S. that I absolutely respect. There's some wonderful stuff that comes out in this country against all the odds.