She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

I don't mind anything that's written about me, as long as it's not true.

There must be a magnificent disregard of your reader, for if he cannot follow you, there is nothing you can do about it.

And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!

If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?