I guess all that's left is to love the fire.

The White Protestant's ultimate sympathy must be with science, factology, and committee rather than with sex, birth, heat, flesh, creation, the sweet and the funky; they must vote, manipulate, control, and direct, these Protestants who are the center of power in our land, they must go for what they believe is reason when it is only the Square logic of the past.

When I read it ["Tough Guys Don't Dance"], I don't wince, which is all I ever ask for a book I write.

Boredom slays more of existence than war.

Writing can wreck your body. You sit there on the chair hour after hour and sweat your guts out to get a few words.

Somewhere, something incredible happened in history - the wrong guys won.

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.