Work is the only device I know of.

Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.

Randolph," he said, "were you ever as young as me?" And Randolph said: "I was never so old.

So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

think of nothing things think of wind