“I know formidable women, dozens of them, women who fight and who win... Noble women. Heroic ones.”

“The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dand...”

“Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?”

“There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.”

“This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me”

“In some neighborhoods, faces mature faster than bodies.”

“My advice for aspiring writers is go to New York. And if you cant go to New York, go to the place that represents New York to you, where the standards for writing are high, there are other people w...”