Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

All bad writers are in love with the epic.

Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?

What difference does it make if you live in a picturesque little outhouse surrounded by 300 feeble minded goats and your faithful dog? The question is: Can you write?

Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.

The first draft of anything is sh*t.