And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

What should I do?" "Throw up in your typewriter every morning." "Yeah." "Clean up every noon.

Facts are not interesting to me.

Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.