The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.

That was one thing you found out when you were stoned, or wasted, or feverish: that the world was always turning and that only a healthy mind could block out the sickening whirl of it.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

I will die like a true-blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning - organize.

I want you to remember what was good in me, not what was most awful. The people you love should be allowed to keep their worst to themselves.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.