you must not come lightly to the blank page.

If being a kid is about learning how to live, then being a grown-up is about learning how to die.

Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want. Anything at all .... as long as you tell the truth.

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.