Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I made it - the same night, as a matter of fact.

But don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God.