There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of metaphor.

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

All literary men are Red Sox fans - to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life.

That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

Art is the triumph over chaos.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

And I certainly don’t like the white supremacists and those whose religion is hating the Jews, period.

Everything was quiet, as if the silence was listening.

When truth and reason cannot be heard, then must presumption rule.

Hollywood is full of guys who say one thing, and then do another.

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

How about this John Edwards thing? Imagine that, a personal injury attorney who turns out to be a sleaze ball. Who could have seen that coming?

One important thing to know is you're still the same person during it. I'm more eager than ever to do what I did. I want to do everything.

I like all ladies of all different ages.

Yes, I am a narcissist. The best, too.