it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

as the spirit wanes the form appears

We are here to laugh at the odds.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.