I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!

and the stars were icicles of mockery

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

All of life is a foreign country.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view