I just write about what I feel I want to write about. I'm like a kid. I get an idea, and it's like a kid's toy that you push and tug around the room. It's fun, it's bright, it's pretty and maybe it'll go clack-clack or whiz-whiz, whatever it happens to do. I like to make believe.

He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

I don't have nightmares; I give them all to you.

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal "Once upon a time.

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.