It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.

I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.

I despise people who can't control themselves.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

I'll wager at the end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are -- her hand circles in a gesture that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone - just what they've always seen, was seeing Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

I've never had an affair with somebody who wasn't at the same time a very good friend of mine, if you see what I mean.