Scum of the Earth as some may be in their daily lives, they can all be saints in emergencies.

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.

What everybody is well advised to do is to not write about your own life, this is if you want to write fast. You will be writing about your own life anyway but you won't know it.

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.

Educate yourself, welcome life's messiness, read Chekhov, avoid becoming an architect at all costs.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.