Like the Bible tells us, when a man will lay down his life for a friend, well, then there ain't no greater love in this here world than that.

Longevity can't be the only test of love.

Maybe...in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe...maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it's a little like life. I mean it's powerful going down and that doesn't even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.

What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

When people's emotions are involved they don't want to listen.

And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?