Knowledge is knowing as little as possible.

too often, the only escape is sleep

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting

He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.