God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.

You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.

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.

But you can't always tell - with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane.

You think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.

I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't.

You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time You turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze In this goddam phenomenal world.