The happy childhood is hardly worth your while.

Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him.

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

There are so many ways of saying Hi. Hiss it, trill it, bark it, sing it, bellow it, laugh it, cough it. A simple stroll in the hallway calls for paragraphs, sentences in your head, decisions galore.

If you were mean to your parents, they'd give you a good belt in the gob and send you flying across the room.

I'm not one of those James Joyce intellectuals who can stand back and look at the whole edifice... It was a slow process for me to just crawl out of it, like a snake leaving his skin behind.

I had to get rid of any idea of hell or any idea of the afterlife. That's what held me, kept me down. So now I just have nothing but contempt for the institution of the church.