If you aren't aware of the reader, you're working in a vacuum.

One thing in my defense, not that it matters: I know something Carter never knew, or Helene, or maybe you. I know what "nothing" means, and keep on playing.

To shift the structure of a sentence alters the meaning of that sentence, as definitely and inflexibly as the position of a camera alters the meaning of the object photographed.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything.

I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be

It Was Once Suggested to Me that, as an Antidote to Crying, I Put My Head in a Paper Bag.

Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before?