All Artists Are Two-headed Calves.

A Disquieting Loneliness Came Into My Life, But It Induced No Hunger For Friends Of Longer Acquaintance: They Seemed Now Like A Salt-free, Sugarless Diet.

One Day, I Started Writing, Not Knowing That I Had Chained Myself For Life To A Noble But Merciless Master. When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended Solely For Self-flagellation... I'm Here Alone In My Dark Madness, All By Myself With My Deck Of Cards - And, Of Course, The Whip God Gave Me.

There Is No Shame — Having A Dirty Face — The Shame Comes When You Keep It Dirty.

It Takes A Lot Of Bad Writing To Get To A Little Good Writing.

Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have Always Had A Very Extreme Anxiety Thing.