He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

Probably the closest things to perfection are the huge absolutely empty holes that astronomers have recently discovered in space. If there's nothing there, how can anything go wrong?

I saw thousands of pumpkins last night come floating in on the tide, bumping up against the rocks and rolling up on the beaches; it must be Halloween in the sea

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.