I Mourn In Grey, Grey As The

Troubles Cured You Salty As A Country Ham, Smoky To The Taste, Thick-skinned And Tender Inside.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

I'm Probably The Only Novelist Who Has Ever Written About Political Fugitives Who Actually Knew A Lot About Them, Had Contact With Them, And Had A Realistic Notion Of How They Survived.

We Are Trying To Live As If We Were An Experiment Conducted By The Future

If What We Change Does Not Change Us We Are Playing With Blocks.