Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.

Animals don't even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. ... The conscious impulse to change one's appearance is found only among humans.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

I'm working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.