“(from: Age Sixty-nine)Often, lately, the night is a cold mawand stars the scattered white teeth of the gods, which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds, clearly divine messengers that I don't understandyet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.”

“(from: Age Sixty-nine)There is this circle I walkthat I have learned to love.I hope one day to be a spiralbut to the birds I'm a circle.”

“Isabel saw all their lives becoming history in units of days and nights so fatally private there was no one left for her to love.”

“Every day I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about. -- True North”

“Perhaps when we die our names are takenfrom us by a divine magnet and are freeto flutter here and there within the bodies of birds.I'll be a simple crowwho can reach the top of Antelope Butte.(From: Hard Times)”

“The days are stacked against what we think we are.”

“Nothing on my trip thus far was as I expected which shows you that rather than simply read about the United States you have to log the journey.”