Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop.

Writing is easy. Just sit in front of a typewriter, open up a vein and bleed it out drop by drop.

I like to get where the cabbage is cooking and catch the scents.

Ninety feet between the bases is the nearest thing to perfection that man has yet achieved.

The natural habitat of the tongue is the left cheek.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

My best girl is dead.