The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.

I've never yet read a review of one of my own books that I couldn't have written much better myself.

Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

Anton Bruckner wrote the same symphony nine times, trying to get it just right. He failed.

Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.

Guns don't kill people; people kill people. Of course, people with guns kill more people. But that's only natural. It's hard. But it's fair.