Our roof caved in four days ago. We've got mosquitoes, roaches, rats, everything. It's crazy. The police passed by us - they say we're supposed to evacuate. How? We don't have a car.

When my father passed away two or three years ago, I didn't listen to music for four days - that's a long time for me.

Two days ago, we had just lost four straight and were tied with Oakland. Now we're back to a two-game lead. But as much as you pay attention to what they're doing, you can't really worry about that.

I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.

He put some tarps on the roof.

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.