Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.
... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.
Do you know how cruel your God can be, David. How fantastically cruel?...Sometimes he makes us live.
Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
Writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.
The most important things are the hardest to say