Growth is a greater mystery than death. All of us can understand failure, we all contain failure and death within us, but not even the successful man can begin to describe the impalpable elations and apprehensions of growth.

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

I think the internet is the greatest waste of time since masturbation was discovered.

In America all too few blows are struck into flesh. We kill the spirit here, we are experts at that. We use psychic bullets and kill each other cell by cell.

I become an actor, a quick-change artist, as if I can trap the Prince of Truth in the act of switching a style.

Giving a camera to Diane Arbus is like putting a live grenade in the hands of a child.

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.