We Are Here On The Planet Only

Adverbs Are A Sign That You've Used The Wrong Verb.

Self-consciousness Is The Curse Of The City And All That Sophistication Implies.

I Feel As Though I Stand At The Foot Of An Infinitely High Staircase, Down Which Some Exuberant Spirit Is Flinging Tennis Ball After Tennis Ball, Eternally, And The One Thing I Want In The World Is A Tennis Ball.

I Do Not So Much Write A Book As Sit Up With It, As A Dying Friend. I Hold Its Hand And Hope It Will Get Better.

The World Knew You Before You Knew The World.