The Truth Needs So Little Rehearsal.

Nine-tenths Of Human Law Is About Possession.

My Worst Nightmare Is Being Stuck Somewhere With Nothing To Read.

A Mother's Body Remembers Her Babies-the Folds Of Soft Flesh, The Softly Furred Scalp Against Her Nose. Each Child Has It's Own Entreaties To Body And Soul.

Every Life Is Different Because You Passed This Way And Touched History.

I Look At My Four Boys, Who Are The Colors Of Silt, Loam, Dust, And Clay, An Infinite Palette For Children Of Their Own, And I Understand That Time Erases Whiteness Altogether.