I love all of the arts. I love motion pictures. I love stage. I love theater.

Go out and make your own speeches. People need you. Go on TV. It can be done. After you speak up a few times, people say, "Hey, we got a crazy man in the community," and they'll begin talking to you.

The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two boys pursuing, the air was so cold they ate ice cream with each breath.

Remember, with writing, what you’re looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.'

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.

That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents.