Like all former thinkers, I'm writing a book.

Nowadays people write English as if a rat were caught in the typewriter and they were trying to hit the keys which wouldn't disturb it.

Nobody knows what you want except you, and no one will be as sorry as you if you don't get it.

Don't you think people often say other people are tough when they do not know how to cheat them?

Haven't you lived in the South long enough to know that nothing is ever anybody's fault?

Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times, until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?

Nobody knows what you want except you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Wanting some other way to live is proof enough of deserving it. Having it is hard work, but not having it is sheer hell.