It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the local imagination. ... The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

Revenge. Justice. Love. They are the three stories that all other stories are made up of. It's the trifecta.

Why would anyone pay for writing anymore when there's Facebook and why would anyone pay for music anymore when there's YouTube.

I have always eaten animal flesh with a somewhat guilty conscience.

The highest morality may prove also to be the highest wisdom when the half-told story comes to be finished.

Climate change poses a direct threat to the infrastructure of America that we need to stay competitive in this 21st-century economy.

3 3 3. Only half evil.

My tattoos are reminders to hang in there when things get rough.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.

Middle age, my boy. No memory at all.

I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.