Only two things happen to writers when they die: Either their work survives, or it becomes forgotten.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day -- I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they are precious.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases-not all, but most-you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.