He Had A Thousand-year-old Stare.

Life Is Made Up Of Three Kinds Of People -- Those Who Live It, Those Afraid To, Those In Between.

You Really Need To Approach Each Book As If You Have Been A Failure. . . . If You Start To Believe Your Flap-copy, You're Finished As A Writer.

In Our Own Beginnings, We Are Formed Out Of The Body's Interior Landscape. For A Short While, Our Mothers' Bodies Are The Boundaries And Personal Geography Which Are All That We Know Of The World...once We No Longer Live Beneath Our Mother's Heart, It Is The Earth With Which We Form The Same Dependent Relationship, Relying...on Its Cycles And Elements, Helpless Without Its Protective Embrace.

So Many Things In The World Have Happened Before. But It's Like They Never Did. Every New Thing That Happens To A Person, It's A First... In That Night I Felt Expansion, As If The World Was Branching Out In Shoots And Growing Faster Than The Eye Could See. I Felt Smallness, How The Earth Divided Into Bits And Kept Dividing. I Felt Stars.

Freedom, I Found Is Not Only In The Running But In The Heart, The Mind, The Hands.