I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary

She Frowned At Him. 'you Are In Love With Solitude.' 'is There A Better Cure For The World Than Solitude?

It Was Not A Big Smile, Not Particularly Bold Or Polite Or Ironic Or Glib, Not Asking For Anything Or Offering Anything, Not Stringy Or Careless, Not, In Short, Like Any Smile I Had Ever Experienced Before. But Such A Smile! You Could Burn A Hole In The World With That Smile.

Your Writing Voice Is The Deepest Possible Reflection Of Who You Are. The Job Of Your Voice Is Not To Seduce Or Flatter Or Make Well-shaped Sentences. In Your Voice, Your Readers Should Be Able To Hear The Contents Of Your Mind, Your Heart, Your Soul.

I Felt A Momentary Urge To Leap Into The Sea And Swim Free Of The Present.

A Piano Might Fall On Your Head, He Said, But It Also Might Not. And In The Meantime You Never Know. Something Nice Might Happen.