And I want to rise up, throw my arms open for a vast embrace, address an ample, luminous discourse to the invisible crowds. I would start like this: "O rainbow-colored gods. . .

Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.

Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.

I would rather fail doing God's work than have a pseudo-victory being co-opted by someone else.

Anything you love more, fear more, serve more, or value more than God is your idol.

Well Mike, I'm abnormal.

What counts most is finding new ways to get the world down in paint on my own terms.

We know that no one person can succeed unless everybody else succeeds.

Remember, you are all alone in the kitchen and no one can see you.

Before you judge me, ask me about my childhood. And I will ask you about yours.

But if you are going to wear blinders then you do not know the world.

Self-realization is a process of permanent auto-creation, an elaboration of the new man at the expense of the old.

Some people are immune to good advice.