But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion, and the one thing in which I have never, ever been guilty.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

Liquor is one way out an’ death’s the other.