Don't let the bastards grind you down.
Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.
No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.
I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.
Richard liked to say he picked things up for a song, which was odd, because he never sang. He never even whistled. He was not a musical person.