...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.

I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil.

The salvation of the world is in man's suffering.

And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough.

I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day.

That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride.