Be fruitful, and multiply.

Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.

There was a still life on Billy's bedside table-two pills, an ashtray with three lipstick-stained cigarettes in it, one cigarette still burning, and a glass of water. The water was dead. So it goes. Air was trying to get out of the dead water. Bubbles were clinging to the walls of the glass, too weak to climb out.

On the day they dropped the bomb Frank had a tablespoon and a Mason jar. What he was doing was spooning different kinds of bugs into the jar and making them fight....I can remember other bug fights we staged later on...They won't fight unless you keep shaking the jar.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God.

High school is closer to the core of the American experience than anything else I can think of.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.