Masks are wonderfully paradoxical in this way: while they may hide the physical reality, they can show us how a person wants to be seen.

Everyone is naked. Everyone wants to hide. But life is sweet. Let it go on.

While it can be pleasurable to move speedily through a work of fiction, there's a different sort of pleasure to be had in lingering, backtracking, rereading the same page.

It is a different breed of person who wants to be on a reality-TV show.

How wonderful it would be to scatter words as they rise to consciousness, to let them lie where they fall.

I think I'm a spiritual person. I don't really go to church often when services are on, but I like going in when they are empty and quiet, and just sitting there and thinking for a little while.