“My dramas mostly involved whats-as in, What on earth is that horrible creature about to rip out my throat?”

“You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.”

“What are you going to do? (Angelia)I ought to rip your throat out. But lucky for you, I’m just a dumb animal and killing for revenge isn’t in my nature. Killing to protect myself and those in my pack is another story. You’d do well to remember that. (Fury)”

“If you don’t back away from my girl, I’ll rip out your fucking throat. Right here on the dance floor.”

“People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand--what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for--Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.”

“I don't think anymore that my life is about what has happened to me. It's about what I choose to believe. It's not what I can see, but what I think is out there. And in the end, this end, here is what I believe. The heart is a wild and fugitive creature. The heart is a dog who comes home.”