Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.