I Don T Mind A Reasonable Amount

Nora: "how Do You Feel?" Nick: "terrible. I Must've Gone To Bed Sober.

When You Write, You Want Fame, Fortune And Personal Satisfaction. You Want To Write What You Want To Write And Feel It's Good, And You Want This To Go On For Hundreds Of Years. You're Not Likely Ever To Get All These Things, And You're Not Likely To Give Up Writing And Commit Suicide If You Don't, But That Is -- And Should Be -- Your Goal. Anything Else Is Kind Of Piddling.

My Way Of Learning Is To Heave A Wild And Unpredictable Monkey-wrench Into The Machinery.

I Found I Was Repeating Myself. It Is The Beginning Of The End When You Discover You Have Style.

He Looked Rather Pleasantly, Like A Blonde Satan.