It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

Ralph also took some classes in philosophy and literature and felt himself on the brink of some kind of huge discovery about himself. But it never came.

There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.