Money is like water in a leaky bucket: no sooner there, it begins to drip.

It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the stones of the bare facts.

In general, the churches, visited by me often on weekdays... bore for me the same relation to God that billboards did to Coca-Cola; they promoted thirst without quenching it.

The muttered hint, "Remember, you have a stroke here," freezes my joints like a blast from Siberia.

The - writing is a kind of act of aggression, and a person who is not aggressive in his normal, may I say, intercourse with humanity might well be an aggressive writer.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.