I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.
Man is vile, I know, but people are wonderful.
We know the human brain is a device to keep the ears from grating on one another.
I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.
Exercise is an unnatural act.
We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.