Love Ain't Nothing But Sex Misspelled.

Writing Is The Hardest Work In The World. I Have Been A Bricklayer And A Truck Driver, And I Tell You – As If You Haven't Been Told A Million Times Already – That Writing Is Harder. Lonelier. And Nobler And More Enriching.

Entertain, Yes. That Goes Without Saying. But A Good Writer Does That Automatically, It's Built Into The Machine. Telling A Thumpingly Good, Mesmerizing Story Is What One Does Without Question. But Beyond That, Any Writer Worth His/her Hire Knows That All Writing, One Way Or Another, Is Subversive. It Is Guerrilla Warfare Against The Status Quo.

The Two Most Common Elements In The Universe Are Hydrogen And Stupidity.

I Am Responsible For Myself. I Am Exactly Who I Eventually Wanted Myself To Be, I Guess, Without Consciously Knowing What I Wanted Me To Be.

The Reward Of A Successful Collaboration Is A Thing That Cannot Be Produced By Either Of The Parties Working Alone. It Is Akin To The Benefits Of Sex With A Partner, As Opposed To Masturbation. The Latter Is Fun, But You Show Me Anyone Who Has Gotten A Baby From Playing With Him Or Herself, And I'll Show You An Ugly Baby, With Just A Whole Bunch Of Knuckles.