To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

There's music in everything, even defeat

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever