But success and failure are not true opposites, and they're not even in the same class. I mean, they're not even a couch and a chair.

How often the rich like to play at being poor. A rather nasty game, I've always thought.

Rebels seldom make good revolutionaries, because organized action, even union with other people, is not possible for them.

Advances are made by those with at least a touch of irrational confidence in what they can do.

If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don't listen to writers talking about writing or themselves.

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?

Since when do you have to agree with people to defend them from injustice?