The death of God left the angels in a strange position.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.

There was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.

We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch.

The not-knowing is crucial to art, is what permits art to be made. Without the scanning process engendered by not-knowing, without the possibility of having the mind move in unanticipated directions, there would be no invention.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.