Writing in the first person automatically gives you a point of view.

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.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.