It is indeed difficult to make a living as a writer, and my advice to anyone contemplating a literary career is to have some other trade.

Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand.

Now all politicians assume a necessity of control, the more efficient the control the better.

The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.

You see, should I stand in front of a landscape and paint it, I'm completely ignoring the factor of time. While I am painting it, it's changing, clouds are changing, all sorts of things. So there's the myth there of someone creating in a timeless vacuum.

Like most qualities, cuteness is delineated by what it isn't. Most people aren't cute at all, or if so they quickly outgrow their cuteness ... Elegance, grace, delicacy, beauty, and a lack of self-consciousness: a creature who knows he is cute soon isn't.

In homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. In heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling.