It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.

I naturally prefer the company of people who hold grudges, as long as they are not held against me.

Without using the word, everyone started forgiving each other again. Just like that, from the no of all nothingness: you have a big tense mess and out of it comes some joy. It must be magic.

Trying to reason with an addict was like trying to blow out a lightbulb.

I spent my whole life helping my mother carry around her psychic trunks like a bitter bellhop. So a great load was lifted when she died, and my life was much easier.

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.