People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

Pay me for my work, but I don't do it for the money.

The stars are not the limit.

Success makes enemies of those who would have never been true friends.

'Realistic dreamer' is not an oxymoron.

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.