Harsh words live in the dungeon of the heart

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.

I don't want to retire. I'm not that good at crossword puzzles

There is probably no heterosexual alive who is not preoccupied with his latent homosexuality.

Dying can't be all that difficult-up to now everyone has managed to do it.

When a novel comes, it's a grace. Something in the cosmos has forgiven you long enough so that you can start.

Once a newspaper touches a story, the facts are lost forever, even to the protagonists.