Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer’s love.
When life demands more of people than they demand of life – as is ordinarily the case – what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death.
There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.
They fell asleep smiling. It is to erase the fixed smiles of sleeping couples that Satan trained roosters to crow at five in the morning.
Hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise.
We use so much bad language that it forms a barrier between ourselves and the truth.
Wit and playfulness represent a desperately serious transcendence of evil. Humor is both a form of wisdom and a means of survival.
We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.
There’s no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.
Transformation, liberation and celebration are the themes of all my novels.
Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.
This may be said for the last quarter of the twentieth century: the truism that if we want a better world we will have to be better people came to be acknowledge, if not thoroughly understood, by a significantly large minority.
The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.
And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?
Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.
Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. ‘You aren’t talking about dreams,’ she corrected you, ’you’re referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don’t come true. Dreams are true.
If the novelist isn’t surprised by where his book ends up, he or she probably hasn’t written anything worth remembering.
You don’t have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.
The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.
Zippers are primal and modern at the very same time. On the one hand, your zipper is primitive and reptilian, on the other, mechanical and slick. A zipper is where the Industrial Revolution meets the Cobra Cult.