I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.
He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.
I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.
What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.
People often belittle the place where they were born.
Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.