Funerals are pretty compared to death. Funerals are quiet, but deaths – not always.
Everything has its shadowy side.
Everybody is nothing until you love them.
Eternity! – Didn’t it give you the cold shivers?
Don’t you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?
Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
Death commences too early – almost before you’re half acquainted with life – you meet the other…
Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.
At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.
All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.
All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.
