I've never been convinced that experience is linear, circular, or even random. It just is. I try to put it in some kind of order to extract meaning from it, to bring meaning to it.

(M)aybe we too busy being flowers or fairies or strawberries instead of something honest and worthy of respect . . . you know . . . like being people.

Take away the miseries and you take away some folks' reason for living.

Write a lot and hit the streets. A writer who doesn't keep up with what's out there ain't gonna be out there.

I'll be damned if I want most folks out there to do unto me what they do unto themselves.