Most people ended up, after only a couple of months, so far away from where they'd intended to go, stuck in some barbed underbrush of a quagmire when they'd meant to head straight to the ocean.

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world.

...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.

Like that lightning that comes out of the blue when there's not even a storm going on, just a crazy crack in the sky. With something like that right in front of you, you can't help but feel there's new possibilities out there.

You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.