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.

Fiction is an improvement on life

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

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

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

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

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.