Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.

I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows.

If you happen to capture my imagination for some reason and I decide to write about you and you don't like what I wrote about you, which is entirely possible, then yes, I'm a dangerous writer.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

At one time I used to keep notebooks with outlines for stories. But I found doing this somehow deadened the idea in my imagination. If the notion is good enough, if it truly belongs to you, then you can't forget it-it will haunt you till it's written.