Writing Is Like Hunting. There Are Brutally

Like I'm Dragging Bundles Of Old Clothes? I'm Carrying Artifacts That Breathe Fire. I'm Talking About A Language Of Smoke. These Are Three-dimensional Creatures That Can Mate. I'd No More Leave Them Go By The Side Of The Trail Than I Would My Child. I'll Carry Them Until Someone Amputates My Arms.

All Good Writing Is Built One Good Line At A Time. You Build A Novel The Same Way You Do A Pyramid. One Word, One Stone At A Time, Underneath A Full Moon While The Fingers Bleed.

In Communist Countries, You Execute Your Poets. In The Free World, The Poets Execute Themselves.

Women Have Waited Millions Of Years, Growing Separate As Another Species, With Visions And Priorities No Man-words, No Man-measurements Can Comprehend.

I Knew A Book Of Mine Was Finished When I Was In Intensive Care.