It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me..

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk..

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide..

I am not a person to say the words out loud I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page: know it from there, from my silence, from so….

I am exceedingly angry for no good reason..

I am not dead yet! I can still call forth a piece of soul and set it down in color, fixed forever..

A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know whether my family is bane or m….

Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark?.

I have watched the river and the sea for a lifetime. I have seen rivers rob soil from the roots of trees until the giants came foundering down. I hav….

I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! ….

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read..

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance..

Through poverty, godhunger, the family debacle, I kept a sense of worth. I could limn and paint like no-one else in this human-wounded land: I was wo….

I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and endurance never was my ….

Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mi….

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow..