Pamela was beautiful, it was true, and I felt that submerged attraction to her that everyone felt for the beautiful.

She must have already forgiven him for leaving her behind. Girls were good at colouring in those disappointing blank spots. I thought of the night before, her exaggerated moans.

The man was bearing down on me. My hands were limp and wet. Please, I thought. Please. Who was I addressing? The man? God? Whoever handled these things.

Money is ego, and people won't give it up. Just want to protect themselves, hold onto it like a blanket. They don't realize it makes them slaves. It's sick.

The ways your desire could humiliate you.

How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.

I paid bills and bought groceries and got my eyes checked while the days crumbled away like debris from a cliff face. Life a continuous backing away from the edge.

I took on the shape of a girl.

It's funny how cucumber water can taste so much better than pickle juice, even though they come from the same source.

If only we could understand the language of the eyes, there would be more love in our world!

You are what you do, not what you say you'll do.

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

Deadlines comes as a surprise....superb: a new genre, in fact, combining the pleasures of list-making with that of last-minute eaves-dropping.

There are hard choices to be made in balancing the country's security and an individual's liberties. But it is a choice that has to be faced.

I'm not really one of those people who believes that if you're a musician you can just leave that behind and start getting into politics

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

I was born to teach. I have always had this gift with children.