Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?
Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.
I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.
Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.
I'd been raised by my parents to believe barfing your feelings on other people was the height of impoliteness.
I was in enough to get along with people. I was never socially inarticulate. Not a loner. And that saved my life, saved my sanity. That and the writing. But to this day I distrust anybody who thought school was a good time. Anybody.