It flew towards the roof of the net like a Wurlitzer
My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.
What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.
The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances.
He looks sad. Or maybe that's just how he looks when he isn't doing something else with his face.
I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
. . . all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
Rock stars are like sports stars: If you snap your ankle, you're done.
To preach Christ is to feed the soul, to justify it, to set it free, and to save it, if it believes the preaching.
It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.
Sarcasm is lost in print.