The further you go in writing the more alone you are.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

Auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports... all the others are games.

I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.

In a power hungry, power worshipping society, men label themselves atheist.

They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.