People Who Care For You Inevitably Become

Novels, Like Human Beings, Usually Have Their Beginnings In The Dark.

Oh Well, Maybe The Only Beauty Left In Cities Is In The Oil Slicks On The Road And Maybe There Isn't Any Beauty Left In The People Who Live In These Places.

[a Pariah Is] Something Like A Martyr With More Suffering And Less Class.

Never Measure Literature By Accounting Statistics. A Quarter Of Working Authors Earn Less Than $1,000.

I Finally Figured Out The Only Reason To Be Alive Is To Enjoy It.