All Literature Is Gossip.

If You Can't Be Friends With A Lover, Then Forget It. It's Not Going To Work.

I'll Wager At The End A Body Realizes The Lord Has Already Shown Himself. That Things As They Are -- Her Hand Circles In A Gesture That Gathers Clouds And Kites And Grass And Queenie Pawing Earth Over Her Bone - Just What They've Always Seen, Was Seeing Him. As For Me, I Could Leave The World With Today In My Eyes.

A Work Of Art Is One Of Mystery, The One Extreme Magic; Everything Else Is Either Arithmetic Or Biology.

I've Never Worked For A Newspaper. I've Had Some Very Bad Reviews In Newspapers.

Love Is A Chain Of Love As Nature Is A Chain Of Life.