Everything He Did Was At Least Partial

I Wanted All Of Her And Resented Other Boys For Wanting Any Part Of Her.

The World Was Ending Then, It's Ending Still, And I'm Happy To Belong To It Again.

It's Healthy To Say Uncle When Your Bone's About To Break.

Seriously, The World Is Changing So Quickly That If You Had Any More Than 80 Years Of Change I Don't See How You Could Stand It Psychologically.

Every Good Writer I Know Needs To Go Into Some Deep, Quiet Place To Do Work That Is Fully Imagined. And What The Internet Brings Is Lots Of Vulgar Data. It Is The Antithesis Of The Imagination. It Leaves Nothing To The Imagination.