I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.

I WANT to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes-.Wait a second.Do you know who I am?

...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

Wasn't it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?