...a little of this, a little of that - a little of me, a little of you - put it together what do you have? postmodern soup...

...skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels...

... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...

...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

...my novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end...

...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...

...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...

...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...

...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...

...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...