the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

the gods play nofavorites.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't feelalone.

the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.

I believe that to be the world's greatest livingwriterthere must be somethingterribly wrong with you.I don't even want to be the world's greatestdead writer.just being dead would be fairenough.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?

I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch.

I don't think a decent person has to choose between being pro-Israel and pro-Palestine. I think you have to be pro-Peace.

In 1983, I set up Caxton Corp. Its been an interesting and happy ride since.

I glory in the conflict, that I may hereafter exult in the victory. I know that victory is certain.

This souls'prison we call England.

Oh, I'm not just going too far, I've arrived.

I never had crushes on anybody when I was younger; I really didn't.

Only good questions deserve good answers.