for a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone until I get as much as the average man has had

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

It’s never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.