I Wanted Very Much To Be Miles

I Hate To Be Fatalistic About It, But Alcoholism, It's Just In Your Genes. We Had Some Of It In My Family, And It Just Got Me.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

If You Are Able To Explain Suffering, A Man Once Told Him, You Weren't Really There.

When You're Not Involved, Other People's Unhappiness Seems To Be About The Funniest Damn Thing On Earth Because You Think You Can Solve It, That You Are God, That You Are Above This, And That Their Unhappiness Is Just Such Useless Toil And Agony. If It's You, It Ceases To Be A Comedy.