Writers Are Interesting People, But Often Mean

Was It Always My Nature To Take A Bad Time And Block Out The Good Times, Until Any Success Became An Accident And Failure Seemed The Only Truth?

I Wanted To See What Was There For Me Once, What Is There For Me Now.

Callous Greed Grows Pious Very Fast.

Mama Seemed To Do Only What My Father Wanted, And Yet We Lived The Way My Mother Wanted Us To Live.

I Am Suspicious Of Guilt In Myself And In Other People; It Is Usually A Way Of Not Thinking, Or Of Announcing One's Own Fine Sensibilities The Better To Be Rid Of Them Fast.