I'm scared of myself. I think I'd be a bad driver. I'm scared of cars, period. I've had too many friends killed now, and I've seen too many people killed in my life when I drove across the country when I was 12. I'm sure that has a lot to do with it. If you see a few real dead bodies with brains on the pavement, it does a lot to change your attitude. It means you can get it too. I've had a lot of relatives killed. I've had a lot of dear friends killed. It's stupid. The whole activity is stupid.

For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.

If someone tells you to do something for money, tell them to go to hell.

What's the point of having a library full of books you've already read?

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness.

Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.

And some day well remember so much that well build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.