I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.

A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.

Read, read read. Read everything.

The writer doesn't need economic freedom. All he needs is a pencil and some paper.