There is nothing more mine than my writing, nothing I'm more proprietary about.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw. The second you meet someone that you're going to fall in love with you deliberately become a moron. You do this in order to fall in love, because it would be impossible to fall in love with any human being if you actually saw them for what they are.

There is nothing more mine than my writing, nothing I'm more proprietary about.

Nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.

I hate, simply, to work. I just hate to work, period. I am profoundly slothful. Practically inert.

How do you know if your child is a writer? Your obstetrician holds his stethoscope to your abdomen and only hears excuses.

Children are the most desirable opponents at scrabble as they are both easy to beat and fun to cheat.