It is always dishonest for a reviewer to review the author instead of the author's book.

I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.

Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be -- a man.

By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century.

Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living.

You cannot reshape human nature without mutilating human beings.