Metaphor Is Embodied In Language.

Just Letting It Out Is One Of The Definitions Of Bad Art.

I Haven't Had A Single Moment Of Terror Since They Told Me [i Was Dying]. My Only Regret Is To Die Four Pages Too Soon. If I Can Finish, Then I'm Quite Happy To Go.

The Trouble With Words Is That You Never Know Whose Mouths They've Been In.

A Bad Act Done Will Fester And Create In Its Own Way. It's Not Only Goodness That Creates. Bad Things Create. They Have Their Own Yeast.

God, I'm Such A Lazy Writer - I Can't Even Think Up New Names.