There is probably some long-standing "rule" among writers, journalists, and other word-mongers that says: "When you start stealing from your own work you're in bad trouble." And it may be true.

The years after 2000 will be a monumental change in the way life is lived here. It will be harder and harder to relate to our children. I don't know what it's going to be. I don't plan to be around in the year 2000. I'll be taken away by the Sufi God.

Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant; it was the fact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn't want

I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

I had a soft-spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.