The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good. You hold on for dear life.

Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.

I did spend years as an addict, so I know that world, although I wish I didn't.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway... You must be prepared to do some serious turning inward toward the life of the imagination, and that means, I'm afraid, that Geraldo, Keith Obermann, and Jay Leno must go. Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.

If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?