Every Writer I Know Has Trouble Writing.

In The Long Run, Failure Was The Only Thing That Worked Predictably. All Else Was Accidental.

The Promises Of Maniacs, Like Those Of Women, Are Not Safely Relied Upon.

There Was Only One Catch And That Was Catch 22

The Enemy Is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On.

Suppose Everyone On Our Side Felt That Way?