None of the rest of my life figures here.
Like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth.
Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
Loneliness is like starvation: you don't realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.
A writer who has published as many books as I have has developed, of necessity, a hide like a rhino's, while inside there dwells a frail, hopeful butterfly of a spirit.
For madness must be punished in a world in which mere sanity is prized. The revenge of the ordinary upon the gifted.