"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."

The desert is not just a place; it's a metaphor for the vastness of human solitude.

Life is about taking chances, trying new things, having fun, making mistakes and learning from them.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The night is a great book, but the stars are its letters.