The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.
A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.
I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.
Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.
Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.
one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.