Vodka is tasteless going down, but it is memorable coming up.

I felt bad for that world that we have given a generation of kids.

Forget what you learned about poetry in school. (That it's complex, opaque, a problem to be solved in 1500 words by tomorrow.) Poetry is the last preserve of honest speech and the outspoken heart. It holds the cadence of common life. It has a passion for truth and justice and liberty; it is a buoy to people in ordinary trouble: to a friend whose life has gone skidding into the meridian, who has been struck by bad news, who is frying eggs and hash browns and has whiny child clinging to his pant leg.

Your car, comfort though it be, this little den and dining room on wheels, is a prison that deadens your senses, and to feel wholly alive you must go for a walk.

A book is a gift you can open again and again.

You'd learn more about the world by lying on the couch and drinking gin out of a bottle than by watching the news.

I think if the church put in half the time on covetousness that it does on lust, this would be a better world for all of us.