“I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.”

You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.

This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Only youth has a taste of immortality.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs.

I feel like I’m the kind of guy that would have kids before getting married. The first thing would be kids.

I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.

Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small.

Don’t feel bad for wanting to keep your family safe.

Experiencing sadness and anger can make you feel more creative, and by being creative, you can get beyond your pain or negativity.

If you’re feeling low, don’t despair. The sun has a sinking spell every night, but it comes back up every morning.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.