She was witchy, yes, and in charge of a cauldron roiling with ideas and stories, but she always gave the impression that the stories, the ones she wrote and wrote so very well and so wisely, had simply happened, and that all she had done was to hold the pen.
The truth is not what people want to hear. It is a bad thing, and it troubles people.
I want to see life. I want to hold it in my hands. I want to leave a footprint on the sand of a desert island. I want to play football with people. I want…I want everything.
Face your life.
Its pain, its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.