That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

I don't carry notebooks and I don't consciously store ideas. I try not to think that I am a writer and I am pretty good at doing that. I don't like writers, but then I don't like insurance salesmen either.

If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.

it's better to be happy...if you can..!!

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.