Forgotten is forgiven.

No decent career was ever founded on a public.

I don't much care where I am anymore, nor expect very much from places.

smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road.

I am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.

I love this simply because it's cute, and I guess it's a sign of the times in many respect. It's pretty much saying you complete me, only in the sweetest way possible.

Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.