Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.

Lying is too much trouble. You have to make sure to taste each word before letting it off your tongue. I hate that. It's hard enough making people understand without lying.

The first great real intimacy between two people begins when secrets are told.

You know people don't get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are.

Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.