The redundancy of flesh, he thinks, the helplessness of meat, how can we conjure spirit from a bone?

Children were huge, wild creatures full of promise and hope and dirt and mischief.

It's hard to think of such things when you are busy dreaming or loving or screwing. The context falls away.

My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there.

New thing is made in writting books, (novels, short stories... stories...)... It's to be build a character which you will love you will like him.... and one moment he dies... isn't it awesome?

In fiction workshops, we tend to focus on matters of verisimilitude largely because such issues are so much easier to talk about than the failure of imagination.

It really disturbs me that the environmental movement has been co-opted by creation-worshippers instead of being encouraged by the Creator-worshippers.

Medical statistics are a little bit like a bikini: what they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.

Rest assured that my support for any eventual reform package will be based firmly upon what is in the best interests of the people of Upstate New York, not any party or president.

You don't catch the knuckleball, you defend against it.

I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.