It Is Very Seldom That A Person

I Know The Next Best Thing Is Often The Very Best.

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

Maybe The Older You Grow And The Less Easy It Is To Put Thought Into Action, Maybe That’s Why It Gets All Locked Up In Your Head And Becomes A Burden.

One Day, I Started Writing, Not Knowing That I Had Chained Myself For Life To A Noble But Merciless Master. When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended Solely For Self-flagellation... I'm Here Alone In My Dark Madness, All By Myself With My Deck Of Cards - And, Of Course, The Whip God Gave Me.

Fame Is Only Good For One Thing - They Will Cash Your Check In A Small Town.