Nothing, Of Course, Begins At The Time

As One Grows Older, One Realizes How Little One Knows About Any Relationship, Or Even About Oneself.

What A Word Is Truth. Slippery, Tricky, Unreliable. I Tried In These Books To Tell The Truth.

The Writer's Intention Hasn't Anything To Do With What He Achieves. The Intent To Earn Money Or The Intent To Be Famous Or The Intent To Be Great Doesn't Matter In The End. Just What Comes Out.

Nothing You Write, If You Hope To Be Good, Will Ever Come Out As You First Hoped.

Since When Do You Have To Agree With People To Defend Them From Injustice?