Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.

there i was in late middle age, cut loose in a thoroughly looted, bankrupt nation whose assets had been sold off to foreigners, a nation swamped by unchecked plagues and superstition and illiteracy and hypnotic tv, with virtually no health services for the poor. where to go? what to do?

I'm a doctor of cowshit, pigshit, and chickenshit.....when you doctors figure out what you want, you'll find me out in the barn shoveling my thesis.

Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. And don't put up with people that are reckless with yours.

It is harder to be unhappy when you are eating.

No matter how wonderful a sentence is, if it doesn't add new and useful information, it should be removed.

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.