Of all the things I love to taste, sweetest is the kiss of love.

I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.

All things lie dark in possibility.

One day in the afternoon of the world, glum death will come and sit in you, and when you get up to walk, you will be as glum as death, but if you're lucky, this will only make the fun better and the love greater.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

San Francisco itself is art, above all literary art. Every block is a short story, every hill a novel. Every home a poem, every dweller within immortal. That is the whole truth.

I'm not the kind of guy to knock at a door and then when the door is opened not go in.