There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.

Until a man can quit talking loudly to himself in order to shout down the memories of blunderings and gropings, he is in no shape for the painstaking examination of distress.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Don't get it right, just get it written.

There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception.

Mutual suspicions of mental inadequacy are common during the first year of any marriage.

The act of writing is either something the writer dreads or actually likes, and I actually like it. Even re-writing's fun. You're getting somewhere, whether it seems to move or not.