Pain is never added to pain. It multiplies.

All art is exploitation.

Read. Read 1000 pages for every 1 page that you write.

She told me that every other step was just for me.' But that's only half of the dance,' I said. Yeah,' my father said. 'She was keeping the rest for herself. Nobody can give everything away. It ain't healthy.

and then she asks me how many sexual partners I've had and I say one or two depending on your definition of what I did to Custer . . .

What kind of life can you have in a house without books?

And then I realized that my sister was trying to LIVE a romance novel. Man, that takes courage and imagination. Well, it also took some degree of mental illness, too, but I was suddenly happy for her. And a little scared. Well, a lot scared.