there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

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.

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain." "I know," said Pooh humbly.

The emperor is in the Church, not about the Church.

It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful.

It will be exciting to have my child share my career and to remember what I was like when I was young.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

Nothing is more beautiful than a guitar, except, possibly two.

To him who looks at the world rationally the world looks rationally back.

The fact is that the learning process goes on, and so long as the voices are not stilled and the singers go on singing some of it gets through.

Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.