To be married to a good woman is to live with tender surprise.

Alimony is the curse of the writing class.

We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.

Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.

With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance.

Patterned after an Italian Renaissance palace, it is 88 times as large and one millionth as valuable to the continuation of man. that Pentagon of traveling salesmen.

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.