Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.
As between the intolerable and the merely distasteful, I must choose the latter.
We are all vainer of our luck than of our merits.
The only thing I want is something I can't have; and that is to know if, 100 years from now, people will still buy my books.
A character who is thought-out is not born, he or she is contrived. A born character is round, a thought-out character is flat.
Afraid? I can dodge folly without backing into fear.