I'm done with the whole idea of having my own children. It doesn't seem like any fun.
Yeah, I think A Confederacy of Dunces is probably the perfect New Orleans book.
The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.
You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
I can't heal your pain but I can see it. And you don't have to be lost. Not forever.
Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.
After 'Born to Run,' I had a reaction to my good fortune. With success, it felt like a lot of people who'd come before me lost some essential part of themselves. My greatest fear was that success was going to change or diminish that part of myself.
There are going to be situations where people are going to go without assistance. That's just the facts of life.
That is how life goes--we send our children into the wilderness. Some of them on the day they are born, it seems, for all the help we can give them. Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves. But there must be angels there, too, and springs of water. Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord's.
I was real religious when I was young. I wanted to be a missionary.