I was tired of her getting away with being so young.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

As long as you're scared you're on the plantation.

Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.

You made one mistake. You married me.

I'm down to sell records but not my soul.

Soon after I returned to private practice, former Supreme Court Chief Justice Warren Burger called me one day.

None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

At the exact moment any decision seems to be being made, it's usually long after the real decision was actually made--like light we see emitted from stars.

It is a tough choice between ending up in the cold or ending up in a fiery blast.

Those who are clever, who have a brain, never understand anything.

I think I view myself primarily as a fiction writer. Poetry is more of a "hobby," a time of rest from the hard work of writing fiction.