Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

Music is only love looking for words.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.

A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.

I've found that replacing one thing for another only means you don't yet know where the glitches are.

That old bald cheater, Time.

The true sin against the Holy Ghost is ingratitude.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

There! His Majesty can now read my name without glasses. And he can double the reward on my head!

I eat all of the time... at least five little meals a day.

Hatred darkens life; love illumines it.

My life was once whiskey, tears and cigarettes... now it's snot, tears and a color of poop. Bliss. I do miss the whiskey, though.

I got an answering machine for my phone. . . . Now, when I'm not home and somebody calls me up . . . they hear a recording of a busy signal.