I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

A boy is a dangerous animal.

It isn't very nice to admit, but domestic violence has its uses. So raw and unleashed, it tears away the veil of civilization that comes between us as much as it makes life possible. A poor substitute for the sort of passion we like to extol perhaps, but real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness.

I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.

Everything people do that doesn’t work has to be somebody else’s fault. Next time you know, geezers’ll be suing the government for getting old and kids’ll be taking their mommies to court because they came out ugly.

So many stories are determined before they start.

But what's so great about being a perfectionist?... You do all this work, and then the stuff you've made just pisses you off.