The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

[T]he army of wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me.

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.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule and someday I'll try to get around to it.

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.

I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.