We Do Choose How We Shall Live

I Know How Many Days In Which I Have Just Answered E-mail, Had Three Phone Calls And A Two Hour Lunch. Poof, Gone. They Are Not Infrequent.

I Was Recently Asked What It Takes To Become A Writer. Three Things, I Answered: First, One Must Cultivate Incompetence At Almost Every Other Form Of Profitable Work. This Must Be Accompanied, Second, By A Haughty Contempt For All The Forms Of Work That One Has Established One Cannot Do. To These Two Must Be Joined, Third, The Nuttiness To Believe That Other People Can Be Made To Care About Your Opinions And Views And Be Charmed By The Way You State Them. Incompetence, Contempt, Lunacy—once You Have These In Place, You Are Set To Go.

Food Has It Over Sex For Variety. Hedonistically, Gustatory Possibilities Are Much Broader Than Copulatory Ones.

I Believe It Was Gayelord Hauser, The Nutritionist, Who Said, 'you Are What You Eat,' But If You Happen To Be An Intellectual, You Are What You Quote.

What Distinguishes Us One From Another Is Our Dreams, And What We Do To Make Them Come About.