Cant You Understand That Romanticism Is No

Usually, Autobiography Is Such An Indulgence Of The Ego.

Just Because Something Didn't Happen Doesn't Mean It Isn't True.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Go Off And Have Some Kind Of Adventure. Having Had An Adventure In My Writing Chair Or On My Writing Sofa, An Internal Adventure, Then I Need To Balance That Off With An External Adventure, So I'll Go Tramping Through Africa Or Whitewater Rafting Or Float To Hawaii In A Martini Shaker Or Something.

Though February Lay About Her Shoulders Like A Cloak Of Lead.

Genius May Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, But It Stands Alone.