I write longhand and I type and I rewrite on the typed pages.

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret

But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make him out to be.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.

Someone had to do something sometime. Every victim was a culprit, every culprit a victim, and somebody had to stand up sometime to try to break the lousy chain of inherited habit that was imperiling them all.

I don't believe in miracles because it's been a long time since we've had any.