Nothing Bad Can Happen To A Writer.

Life Is Just A Short Period Of Time In Which You Are Alive.

How Can One Say, 'no, This Isn't A Part Of Life,' Since It Always Is? The Contaminant Of Sex, The Redeeming Corruption That De-idealizes The Species And Keeps Us Everlastingly Mindful Of The Matter We Are.

A Father For Whom Everything Is An Unshakable Duty, For Whom There Is A Right Way And A Wrong Way And Nothing In Between, A Father Whose Compound Of Ambitions, Biases, And Beliefs Is So Unruffled By Careful Thinking That He Isn’t As Easy To Escape From As He Seems. Limited Men With Limitless Energy; Men Quick To Be Friendly And Quick To Be Fed Up; Men For Whom The Most Serious Thing In Life Is To Keep Going Despite Everything. And We Were Their Sons. It Was Our Job To Love Them.

The Only Way To Have A Funeral Is To Invite Everyone Who Ever Knew The Person And Just Wait For The Accident To Happen-somebody Who Comes In Out Of The Blue And Says The Truth. Everything Else Is Table Manners.

As For Himself, However Hateful Life Was, It Was Hateful In A Home And Not In The Gutter. Many Americans Hated Their Homes. The Number Of Homeless In America Couldn't Touch The Number Of Americans Who Had Homes And Families And Hated The Whole Thing.