Self Knowledge Is Always Bad News.

The Horror Of Our History Has Purged Me Of Opinions.

Choosing Is Existence. To The Extent That You Don't Choose, You Don't Exist.

I Particularly Scorn My Fondness For Paradox. I Despise Pessimism, Narcissism, Solipsism, Truculence, Word-play, And Pusillanimity, My Chiefer Inclinations; Loathe Self-loathers Ergo Me; Have No Pity For Self-pity And So Am Free Of That Sweet Baseness. I Doubt I Am. Being Me’s No Joke.

I Don't See How Anybody Starts A Novel Without Knowing How It's Going To End. I Usually Make Detailed Outlines: How Many Chapters It Will Be And So Forth.

Tis E'er The Lot Of The Innocent In The World, To Fly To The Wolf For Succor From The Lion.