I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.

He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right." "Sam," I say, "that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.