There is chaos behind the civility, of course.
And then what we do, we cry, and we take our tears, and we put ’em in the ice box, in the goddamn ice trays until they’re all frozen and then ... we put them ... in our ... drinks.
I don't mind people having false illusions as long as they know that they're false. If people want to kid themselves, it's important that they know that they're kidding themselves. Life is too short to take the middle ground.
When you get old, you can’t talk to people because they snap at you. That’s why you become deaf, so you won’t be able to hear people talking to you that way. That’s why old people die, eventually. People talk to them that way.
Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.
That's the happiest moment. When it's all done. When we stop. When we can stop.
We must put away our tears, take off our mourning...and face the future.
That’s the job of the writer. Holding that mirror up to people. We’re not merely decorative, pleasant and safe.
Knowing it—knowing it’s true is one thing, but believing what you know … well, there’s the tough part. We all prepare for jolts along the way, disturbances of the peace, the lies, the evasions, the infidelities—if they happen.