It’s better to look at the sky than live there

If you happen to capture my imagination for some reason and I decide to write about you and you don't like what I wrote about you, which is entirely possible, then yes, I'm a dangerous writer.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.

Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.