I think a woman who commits adultery, is not sympathetic in our culture - or in many cultures, let's face it.

My ambition was to live like music.

Of course there’s something there; unfortunately, there’s always something ‘there.’ Something you will one day be sorry you saw.

The only way to know whats possible is to venture past impossible.

You can teach people a lot about craft and various techniques, and you can certainly teach them to appreciate, but you cannot give them spirit or soul if it's not there.

What are you thinking?” She asks. -That you are beautiful. That not everyone could see it. I almost became the kind of person who could not.

Whenever young writers ask me for advice, I always say you have to be able to take a lot of rejection because, unless you're very lucky, that's what's going to happen.

The art of integrating the ego and the impulse for empathy in a dynamic call and response.

I think people hold back all kinds of things. And in a way, they just want to be nice. They want to be civil.

I know several women my age who are really poor...because they spent most of their energy taking care of children.

Partly, I'm worried that no one is saying anything because they are afraid of being seen as politically correct.

Heat makes things expand

Quite half of the human race was in tears.

Got no place to go, but there's a girl waitin' for me down in Mexico. She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, and if I bring a little music, I could fit right in.

I have time to write 1-2 novels per year, and get roughly novel-sized ideas every month. I have to perform triage on my own writing impulses.

I think I'm what they call a never-was.

I have a very, very good relationship with 10 percent of the audience. The only purpose of art is intimacy. That's the only point.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

When old Bobby does Elvis, you swear it's the real mccoy. Another Friday night in the life of a country boy.

There is no great writing, only great rewriting.

Words are not as satisfactory as we should like them to be, but, like our neighbours, we have got to live with them and must make the best and not the worst of them.