Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

I guess I'm trying to say, Grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

They're a dark people with a gift for suffering way past their deserving. It's said that without whiskey to soak and soften the world, they'd kill themselves. (Irish)

A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling or teaching or ordering. Rather he seeks to establish a relationship of meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.

Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly, slow reluctance to leave the stage. It's bad theater as well as bad living.