I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and I had every hobby there was... name anything, no matter how esoteric. I could have given everyone a hobby and still had 40 or 50 to take home.

The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?

Even if what you're working on doesn't go anywhere, it will help you with the next thing you're doing. Make yourself available for something to happen. Give it a shot.

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.