Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.

When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope

Death came, Death went, but Commerce flowed Eternal.

Vladimir Nabokov said the two great evils of the 20th century were Marx and Freud. He was absolutely correct.

Writing a novel is like making love, but it's also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it's like making love while having a tooth pulled.

Dogs are one of those things that make you happy and make you wonder.

I am sustained by the certainty that life has meaning...as does death.