How wrong to have been so negative, how wrong to have been so gloomy, how wrong to have run away from life, how wrong to have said no, again and again, instead of yes.
Use well thy freedom.
I feel that working environmentalists are, in the main, happier than armchair environmentalists.
And Silence of the Lambs is a really smart book.
Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.
When I finally gave up any hope of doing anything representative of the American family, I actually seemed to have tapped into other people's weirdness in that way.