The true work of art is the one which the seventh wave of genius throws up the beach where the undertow of time cannot drag it back.
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning.
The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.
The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.
Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.