I'm not a character in any of my books.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

It's odd about tattoos. I've talked to several hundred men convicted of homicide-multiple homicide, in most cases. The only common denominate- I could find among them was tattoos. A good eighty percent of them were heavily tattooed.

Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.

It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

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