People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.