There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Abortion occurs so frequently in my stories. Abortion sort of synthesizes both sex and death. To have sex and death placed as close to one another as possible is always a goal of mine.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception. Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet where your wife and kid wait. Silence, not heaven, would be reward enough.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.