Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

Sometimes The Only Answer To Death Is Lunch.

All Artists As A Type Seem To Suffer A Great Deal, But Then So Do Miners.

I Like Grit, I Like Love And Death, I'm Tired Of Irony. ... A Lot Of Good Fiction Is Sentimental. ... The Novelist Who Refuses Sentiment Refuses The Full Spectrum Of Human Behavior, And Then He Just Dries Up. ... I Would Rather Give Full Vent To All Human Loves And Disappointments, And Take A Chance On Being Corny, Than Die A Smartass.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

I'm Not Rational Enough To Be A Good Journalist.