Any Writer Who Knows What He's Doing

The Avocation Of Assessing The Failures Of Better Men Can Be Turned Into A Comfortable Livelihood, Providing You Back It Up With A Ph.d.

I Went Out There For A Thousand A Week, And I Worked Monday, And I Got Fired Wednesday. The Guy That Hired Me Was Out Of Town Tuesday.

Our Myths Are So Many, Our Vision So Dim, Our Self-deception So Deep And Our Smugness So Gross That Scarcely Any Way Now Remains Of Reporting The American Century Except From Behind The Billboards.

And Money Can't Buy Everything. For Example: Poverty.

The Only Way I Could Finish A Book And Get A Plot Was Just To Keep Making It Longer Until Something Happens.