In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. |
If I waited for perfection. I would never write a word. |
Nature is to zoos as God is to churches. |
Writing is very improvisational. It's like trying to fix a broken sewing machine with safety pins and rubber bands. A lot of tinkering. |
Knowing was a temptation. What you don't know won't tempt you. |
Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable? |
We thought we were running away from the grown-ups, and now we're the grown-ups. |
The internet is 95 percent porn and spam |
War is what happens when language fails. |
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. |