Write The Book You Want To Read,

This Is Why I Read Novels: So I Can Escape My Own Unrelenting Monologue.

Happiness Is The Lucky Pane Of Glass You Carry In Your Head. It Takes All Your Cunning Just To Hang On To It, And Once It's Smashed You Have To Move Into A Different Sort Of Life.

I'm Concerned About The Unknowability Of Other People.

A Childhood Is What Anyone Wants To Remember Of It. It Leaves Behind No Fossils, Except Perhaps In Fiction.

The Recounting Of A Life Is A Cheat...even Our Own Stories Are Obscenely Distorted.