And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer, what can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way

You have money, fame, youth, beauty, talent. That's a good start... for feeling good.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

I don't have a television set up [in the mountains], of course, but I find I don't miss it at all, or the newspaper. I've sneaked a radio into by cabin, but I find I turn it on very rarely.

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

I couldn't feel so I learned to touch.