I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore.

I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to go to medical school. He said he still looked back on those years in the seminary as the most important years of his life.

Every great or even every very good writer makes the world over according to his own specifications.

Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.