There's nothing glorious about being a professional. . . . Professionalism probably comes down to being able to work on a bad day.

There's that popular misconception of man as something between a brute and an angel. Actually man is in transit between brute and God.

Amateurs... venture into scenes that a writer with more experience (and more professional concern) would bypass or eschew altogether.

Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.

Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.

I don't trust a man who uses the word evil eighteen times in ten minutes. If you're half evil, nothing soothes you more than to think the person you are opposed to is totally evil.

You never do find out what makes you tick, and after a while it's unimportant.