“We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.”

“It was evening and would be when I woke. No matter. From the maple tree the Red-tail spoke.”

“We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.”

“So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.”

“The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.”

“Fighting and writing’s deepest layers of beauty lie not only in the physical and mental realms of what we know, but also as an incognizable instinct, a realm we will never fully know but will forever feel.”

“Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.”