“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”

“This is all I can offer, Wilhelmina, this is all of me. What you see is all I can give you, and what you asked of me requires more, so much more.You need more than flesh and mutual attraction. An ardent and eager slave I am, and I would do anything to make you happy. But for what you seek you need two hearts, and I have no heart to give.”

“It doesn't matter how much we are alike, because we're too different to compare.”

“Maybe I am getting too grown to want to sleep with Mama. But like a baby, I still have this smallness to my mind. I don't need her hands to convince me the world I can't see from under my blanket is real. I need her hands to do more than her words. Convince me the world I see outside it- ain't.”

“Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.”

“Keep your eyes peeled. You might just see Christmas yet”

“A Short TestamentWhatever harm I may have doneIn all my life in all your wide creationIf I cannot repair itI beg you to repair it,And then there are all the wounded The poor the deaf the lonely and the oldWhom I have roughly dismissedAs if I were not one of them.Where I have wronged them by itAnd cannot make amendsI ask youTo comfort them to overflowing,And where there are lives I may have withered around me,Or lives of strangers far or nearThat I've destroyed in blind complicity,And if I cannot find themOr have no way to serve them,Remember them. I beg you to remember themWhen winter is overAnd all your unimaginable promisesBurst into song on death's bare branches.”