Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

I never have lunch because it makes me foggy-headed.

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.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.