I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

You've been put on the world to love the act of being alive.

If you love people you criticize them, and if you don't love them you don't criticize them, you let them go to hell, don't you? To help any kind of friendship, your marriage, your children, you criticize because you love.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!

I don't tell anyone how to write and no one tells me.

When I graduated from high school I couldn't go to college, so I went to the library 3 days a week for 10 years.