A Novel Must Be A Rich Forest

I Cannot Exist Without The Oxygen Of Laughter.

There Is Something More Annoying Than Pleasant In Finding Neighbors From Back Home Chiselling In On Your Own Exclusive New York. It Mitigates Your Triumph In Having Conquered The Great City And Brings Home The Ungratifying Truth That Anyone Can Do It.

For A Genius To Be A Genius, He Must Have A Selfless Slave Between Himself And The World.

The Artist Who Really Loves People Loves Them So Well The Way They Are He Sees No Need To Disguise Their Characteristics-he Loves Them Whole, Without Retouching. Yet The Word Used For This Unqualifying Affection Is 'cynicism'.

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.