But Death's Acquisitive Instincts Will Win.

Athletes Have Studied How To Leap And How To Survive The Leap Some Of The Time And Return To The Ground. They Don't Always Do It Well. But They Are Our Philosophers Of Actual Moments And The Body And Soul In Them, And Of Our Maneuvers In Our Emergencies And Longings.

I Am Startled When People Are Themselves And Are Not My Thoughts Of Them.

I Feel Sorry For The Man Who Marries You... Because Everyone Thinks You're Sweet And You're Not.

God Is An Immensity, While This Disease, This Death, Which Is In Me, This Small, Tightly Defined Pedestrian Event, Is Merely And Perfectly Real, Without Miracle—or Instruction.

Often Writing Is Like A Struggle To Get Back To A Kind Of Belated, Quite Impure Virginity.