there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.

Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.

Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.