Life

Dark matter is on the move,It's spreading out its wings,It is the culmination,Of all our bad things.It was never in the beginning,But then man came along,And changed the equation,I bid you all...So Long.

If Broadway was a river running from the top of Manhattan down to the Battery, undulating with traffic and commerce and lights, then the east-west streets were eddies where, leaf-like, one could turn slow circles from the beginning to the ever shall be, world without end.

I've always been a bit of a space geek. I wrote an article years ago about the neutral buoyancy tank, which is this biblically sized pool where they train astronauts. And it was just the coolest thing.

If you don't take chances you can't do anything in life.

His dad's eyes were getting darker. 'How bad is it really?' Very bad. Too many fronts to fight. Bur for starters... 'That big storm out east?' Jordan and Rook had gone to investigate... 'That's the Sandman in the waking world.' His dad frowned deeply. He shook his head and shrugged. 'I don't know what that means.' Yeah, well... 'Neither do we.

If I can draw the slightest smile across a single face obliterated by pain, in that act I will have begun to understand the power of an ordinary human being to perform the seemingly impossible in the life of another human being. And how can that experience do anything less than drive me to try and make the world smile.

There is no night porter wandering about in King's. The authorities pay you the compliment, ugly gate-crasher, of treating you as a grown-up. And since we are not grown-up you and I, we will perform our midnight frolics as the inmates burn the midnight oil.

You can't even communicate in English. Real life is not a series of levels.

Even the best-laid plans turn to hell when exposed to reality.

She is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.

Nothing's ever too fast. Maybe sometimes on the road some people are too fast if they don't know how to control the car, but in racing, the faster and more power and grip, the better it is.

I've written for every medium except poetry, at which I suck.

I did it to myself. It wasn't society... It wasn't a pusher, it wasn't being blind or being black or being poor. It was all my doing.

Are you in pain?' I asked, because I know that everything in the world that matters shows up as some kind of pain. Or pang. Joy included.

I have no doubt that, had I actually been growing up in the 1930s or 1940s, I would have been grooving to turn-of-the-century beats.

Music not only saved my life, it gave me a life.

You can't return to a place that no longer exists, luv.

I'll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure.

How did I go from being the maiden in a fairy tale to a wretched old maids so quickly? It happened almost without my realizing it...

She rode toward the sunsetin her fathers worn down car.A breeze picked up strands of her hairthrough the open windowwhile a cigarette burned between her lips.He told her stories of honey and milkas he replaced the grass with mud.