Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

An excellent plumber is infinitely more admirable than an incompetent philosopher. The society which scorns excellence in plumbing because plumbing is a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy. Neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water.

Writing a novel is like heading out over the open sea in a small boat. It helps, if you have a plan and a course laid out.

A common and usually unfortunate answer is “Write about what you know.” Nothing can be more limiting to the imagination, nothing is quicker to turn on the psyche's censoring devices and distortion systems, than trying to write truthfully.

The image-managers encourage the individual to fashion himself into a smooth coin, negotiable in any market.

I cannot believe such monstrous energy of grief can lead to nothing!

Find a pile of gold and sit on it.