Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

When I read Jerome D. Salinger's "The Catcher in the Rye" that was the first time I felt my mind blow open. I thought that book was speaking to me. I was 12 or 13 when I read that. I read everything on my mother's bookshelves.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.

You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there.

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.