Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn't it such a relief to have somebody say that?

That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

What is flirtatiousness but an argument that life must go on and on and on?

You can't teach people to write well. Writing well is something God lets you do or declines to let you do.

. . . hummings and clickings could be heard-the sounds attendant to the flow of electrons, now augmenting one maze of electromagnetic crises to a condition that was translatable from electrical qualities and quantities to a high grade of truth.

I used my daughter's crayons for each main character. One end of the wallpaper was the beginning of the story, and the other end was the end, and then there was all that middle part, which was the middle.

You become who you pretend to be.