‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

Trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.

I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.