“FLESHI drop my wedding ringin holy water.I hope it repels;the yearsof hate and hope,so I can finally relateto the son we made.”

“Writing is my oxygen. Music is my carbon dioxide.”

“If music were wind, I would live in a hurricane.”

“I don’t know how to pray,but I’ve seen them do iton TV; kneeling by a bedin nightgowns, hands wovenlike secret friends.”

“Learn the rules, then break them intelligently.”

“Think of literary fiction as a meal with intricate scents, flavors, and textures that you can’t recognize unless you chew with your eyes closed.”

“Imagine you are the Earth and he is the Sun, that silence is tangible, and the stars are the souls of your previous lives.”