“Don't you just love those 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?”

“… It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?”

“Happy New Year to all, including to my many enemies and those who have fought me and lost so badly they just don't know what to do. Love!”

“Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend every waking hour thinking about boys."
"Just most waking hours?”

“Do what will keep you happy forever present is just a matter of hours.”

“But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.”

“There comes a moment in the day when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon, and have nothing further to do. Then comes that hour when you are bored; that’s the time for sex.”

“Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want… just a little taste of what might have been.”

“You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity.”

“What you don't necessarily realize when you start selling your time by the hour is that what you're really selling is your.”