God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

Treasure this day and Treasure yourself, truly, neither will ever happen again.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Do what you love and love what you do. Don’t do anything for money. Everything should be for love.

I don't like the kind of writer who's out to change the world and beat up on people for their own good. Stalin did that and Hitler did that, and to hell with them.

When a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt