I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.
I have always preferred maps to books. They don't answer you back.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.
Writing is such a damn lonely sickness.
Wars are never cured, they just go into remission for a few years.