He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

Watch for a wild boy of no particular clan, ready for anything, always armed. Prefers fighting to toil, drink to fighting, chasing women to booze or battle: may attempt all three concurrently.

I don't recommend being a bachelor, but it helps if you want to write.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.

The only way I could finish a book and get a plot was just to keep making it longer until something happens.

The devil lives in a double-shot", Roman explains himself obscurely. "I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.