I often thought men stank of rage; it is why I preferred women, and homosexuals.

God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, without miracle—or instruction.

I look upon another's insistence on the merits of his or her life - duties, intellect, accomplishment - and see that most of it is nonsense.

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.

Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one's head.

I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.

Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

True stories, autobiographical stories, like some novels, begin long ago, before the acts in the account, before the birth of some of the people in the tale.

I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not.

A man’s life is not qualified by how much wealth, power, pleasure or control he has, but by the values of godliness he possesses.

The structure of a 'writing schedule' is only there as a frame. You provide the image, the emotion, and the sentiment in your own time.

Remember, when you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It is only painful for others.The same applies when you are stupid.

All life is a blur of Republicans and meat.

The best thing about being 55 is that I know enough now to know what I want and what I don't want-and what I want is to have fun.

The habit patterns of the human mind are very strong and make it seem that the hard way is easy and the easy way is hard.

The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.

I know that one day I would love to do a musical.

I was a very imaginative and theatrical child and wasn't afraid of being in front of a camera.

People're artists they're doing something, taking a hunk of chaps, giving it some order, some form, and presenting it saying here is my little song and dance, my chaos.