All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness.

How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

Let me tell you, hitting 40 is not fun.

Dulce bellum inexpertis. - War is lovely for those who know nothing about it.

I cherish my childish loves--the memory of that warm little nest where my affections were fledged.

I like doing accents. One of my friends works in hotel reservations and I'll ring her up and complain about the suite. Sometimes I get her.

You give Italy Jesus Christ and you get the Roman Catholic Church.

No one can ask honestly or hopefully to be delivered from temptation unless he has himself honestly and firmly determined to do the best he can to keep out of it.

Footnotes are the finer-suckered surfaces that allow testicular paragraphs to hold fast to the wider reality of the library.

Madness is locked beneath. It goes into tissues, is swallowed by the cells. The cells go mad. Cancer is their flag. Cancer is thegrowth of madness denied.

I don't want to be in Mötley Crüe or something.