When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

You have to stay faithful to what you're working on.

It would perhaps not be amiss to point out that he had always tried to be a good dog. He had tried to do all the things his MAN and his WOMAN, and most of all his BOY, had asked or expected of him. He would have died for them, if that had been required. He had never wanted to kill anybody. He had been struck by something, possibly destiny, or fate, or only a degenerative nerve disease called rabies. Free will was not a factor.