If you haven't written a novel by the time you're forty you never will!
It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.
There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.
You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.
People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering.
Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.