An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.

A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.

If a Manx cat tells you that it is trying to preserve its long, beautiful tail, you don't have to believe it - especially if you have eyes.

...the arts and criminality have always flourished side by side.

Sometimes we had to improvise. I hate to improvise because I felt like I couldn't find words.

The fun of reading as "an exchange between consciousnesses, a way for human beings to talk to each other about stuff we can't normally talk about."

Men know so little about us women. We've a weakness, it is true, for those who charm us, but we always come back to those who love us.

A happy family is but an ealier heaven.

A good writer wants from us — or has no right to ask more than — intelligence, good faith and time.

Don't talk too much, be focused on the goal and achieve it.

Thus, sped by currents of curiosity afloat the swift river of rumor do secrets sail to strange ports.