The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.

It´s going to be a while, I can promise you that, ... I don´t foresee (burials) happening for at least two weeks.

I noticed him in the championship game (at Qualcomm Stadium) and thought he showed a lot of promise.

If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.