I skip the introduction. If the book goes in the trash, I want it to go because of my thoughts on it, not because of some Asshole's thoughts who wrote the introduction.

I think, living in America, we're so bombarded with God all the time that in certain ways I'm making statements against that bombardment, you know? I think it's crazy. I mean, I don't believe in God. I don't believe in anything. But I still think about it. And I still write about it.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

Its not just a smile of momentary happiness. When it disappears from my face, it will stay with me.

There is, though, nothing that prepares us for the worst things in our life. There is nothing you can do to stop the shock, or buffer the pain.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep