That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.
I'd rather get a brain tumor than go back to teaching.
How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.
Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.
Zen is the vehicle of reality.
The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red wine and garlic also helps.