Music is dangerous in so many ways. It's the most dangerous thing in the world.

Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

A Catholic is raised with the idea that he will die any minute now and if he doesn't live his life in a certain way, this death is an introduction to an eternity of pain.

One of my earliest memories as a reader - I don't know how old I was, quite young - was a poem of his, called "Fog," and I remember the first verse, "The fog comes / on little cat feet".

Fame and secrecy are the high and low ends of the same fascination.

Why are homosexuals addicted to soap opera? Because our lives are a vivid situation.