My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!

As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door.

I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.

People b'lief the world is built so an tellin em it ain't so caves the roofs on their heads'n'maybe yours.

Historically, unfortunately, race seems to be the major division that humanity has imposed on itself, a way of subdividing into smaller groups.

I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.