Quotes by : P.S. Baber

Good fiction doesn’t claim to mirror reality at all. It indicts reality by providing a paradigm of....

You can never really escape. It goes with you, wherever you go. Somehow, the prairie dust gets in your....

Living is the opposite of poetry. Poetry is the recollection of living, or, more often than not, the....

From the sky, everything looked fake. The buildings were doll houses. The cars were Matchbox racers.....

Kansas afternoons in late summer are peculiar and wondrous things. Often they are pregnant, if not over-ripe,....

The stage is a magic circle where only the most real things happen, a neutral territory outside the jurisdiction....

Heresy kicks ass.

Analysis is the art of creation through destruction.

I choose to believe God had a more direct involvement in the creation of my heart and consciousness than....

The young of the town, preoccupied with their own germinating angst, which each possessed in varying....