Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.

the sea is made of blood

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us