Fiction and poetry expose intimate things from a person's life every bit as much as memoir does, and sometimes more. I don't quite see or live the distinction you are making about the forms.

Words carry oceans on their small backs.

Birth is of course violent. Menstruation is violent. Trust me, if men's penises opened up once a month and shot blood, we'd be hearing about the violence of it.

Sometimes saviors look different than you thought they would.

I am not alone. Whatever else there was or is, writing is with me.

The rocks. They carry the chronology of water. All things simultaneously living and dead in your hands.

When someone says something dunderheaded to me about the material, it's usually a big neon sign revealing their own damage or ignorance, so my compassion kicks in.

In water, like in books—you can leave your life.

Make up stories until you find one you can live with.

Laughter can shake you from the delirium of grief

We live through sound and light—through our technologies.

Sometimes legends make reality, and become more useful than the facts.

I suppose belief is there to prevent people from thinking.

Knowledge and wisdom are both the signs of hunger and thirst of creativity.

I am very proud to align myself with Miken - a brand known as an innovator and leader in the development of high performance sports equipment.

Sirs, I have tested your machine. It adds a new terror to life and makes death a long-felt want.

If all the world Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.

Why do people hate God?... One, they hate the moral standard. Two, they hate the way he's transforming the world even in the midst of suffering and tragedy.

Act without striving. Work without interfering. Find the flavour in what is flavourless.

Differences, we know, are never so effectually laid asleep as by some common calamity; an enemy unites all to whom he threatens danger.

The larger office, the corner space, the extra window are the teddy bears and tricycles of adult office life