I'm Not Rational Enough To Be A

The Old Fun Thing Is When Somebody Typed Up The First Chapter Of War And Peace. And Then Made A Precis Of The Rest Of It And Sent It Out And Only One Publisher Recognized It.

In A Life Properly Lived, You're A River.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.

I Couldn't Run A Tight Schedule, And If You're Any Good At Teaching, You Get Sucked Dry Because You Like Your Students And You're Trying To Help Them, But You Don't Have Any Time Left To Write Yourself.