holes are interesting. there are books about holes.

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who’s in crisis?

Hope is not undeniable

Most people would rather die than think and many of them do!

Do not ever get agitated by provoking thoughts and actions. Always keep your calm. This will shame the alien.

Obviously you have to make a profit to put out a newspaper. I'm not an idiot. But when the margins are in excess of 25 per cent you're talking about greed.

If you want to reach a state of bliss, then go beyond your ego and the internal dialogue.

O miserable man, what a deformed monster has sin made you! God made you "little lower than the angels"; sin has made you little better than the devils

When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.

I was not offended, my love. An insult is like a drink; it affects one only if accepted. And pride is too heavy baggage for my journey.

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!