For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.

Fish," the old man said. "Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?

Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

It is a hell of a thing to be hungry in your own house.

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

Never confuse movement with action.