We Can None Of Us Step Into

To Write Simply Is As Difficult As To Be Good.

Writing Is A Wholetime Job: No Professional Writer Can Afford Only To Write When He Feels Like It.

She Had No Mercy. He Looked At Her Neck And Thought How He Would Like To Jab It With The Knife He Had For His Muffin. He Knew Enough Anatomy To Make Pretty Certain Of Getting The Carotid Artery. And At The Same Time He Wanted To Cover Her Pale, Thin Face With Kisses.

The Drama Is Make-believe. It Does Not Deal With Truth But With Effect.

The Tragedy Of Love Is Indifference.