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

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

If you get hung up on everybody else's hang-ups, then the whole world's going to be nothing more than one huge gallows.