When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.

Like friendship, hatred needed more than physical intimacy; it wanted creativity and hard work to sustain itself

Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.

I am a moralist. I worry.

One has to work very carefully with what is in between the words. What is not said. Which is measure, which is rhythm and so on. So, it is what you don't write that frequently gives what you do write its power.

Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I'll tell you where. From that little hog's gut that hangs between your legs. Well, let me tell you something... you will need more than that. I don't know where you will get it or who will give it to you, but mark my words, you will need more than that.... You are a sad, pitiful, stupid, selfish, hateful man. I hope your little hog's gut stands you in good stead, and you take good care of it, because you don't have anything else.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.