When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.
Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.
A question is a trap and an answer is your foot in it.
Only mediocrity escapes criticism.
Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there.
Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.