I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.

I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.

Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

People never notice anything.

If you weren't around, I'd probably be someplace way the hell off. In the woods or some goddamn place. You're the only reason I'm around, practically.

God, I wish you could have been there.